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  1. "Choosers will be beggars if the begging's not their choosing." 

    -Garth Nix.

  2. Video games are a big one. I also crochet blankets for the elderly through our local Meals on Wheels, and that's a hobby I quite enjoy.
  3. “Jaro isn’t inside of me.” Shanna blinks at Jaw Finder as though the very thought is absurd. Her attention, short spanned as it is, quickly finds itself upon his next question. “Books are stories written down!” She exclaims, “Kind of like scrolls, but bigger.” Shanna draws down a book from one of the nearby shelves and presents it to Jaw Finder, holding it above her head. “See? It’s thicker than a scroll and has more words, generally. Books come in all sizes, shapes, and languages!” Her excitement about it seems to peak, however, at this comment. “I have quite a few in different languages, I even have some Terran books! Those are always an interesting read.” Shanna smiles at Jaw Finder, before cooing slightly. She drags them through the library and further along the tower. In the matter of an hour, Jaw Finder has been subjected to the Library and garden, though they do not linger in the garden due to the chill of the outside air. “I think that’s just about everything!” Shanna clasps her hands together and gives her famously vapid smile. “I think once we rest and refuel the airship with supplies, we should head out to Port Kyros. I have a sneaking suspicion that the book I’m looking for is there.” She explains as she opens the wide doors to her own room. The ceiling spans quite high, and the room itself is littered with various books and potion messes. One far side contains a series of glass tubes, bubbling concoctions within. She motions to a chair and a cot. “You can have the bed, I generally sleep in the fluffy chair anyway. Brutus has his own bed, too, so everyone should be comfy!” Shanna offers as she sets down her bag of never ending depths on one side of the chair. She settles before it and procures from it the deadly flower that had nearly cost her life in the forest. “Ahah, and this thing…” She murmurs, setting it atop the table with the glass tubes, before carefully pushing it into one with a set of tweezers. “Can go right there.”
  4. Susan peers at the man before her before managing a careful smile. She had never been part of a family before the orphanage, and to consider herself part of a noble, named family, well, she was practically giddy - though one would be hardpressed to tell. Instead she merely inclines her head towards Rufus. "I'll gather my things." She offers, before disappearing up the stairs. She has little, so it only requires a moment or two. "I am glad. You seem well suited for one another." The Matriarch offers with a kind smile. "I hope you find happiness in each other." At that time, Susan bounds back down the stairs and parks herself in front of Rufus. "I'm ready to go."
  5. Baby Yoda can have my soul.

  6. “Well, I don’t know if it’s harder, but it’s probably different.” Shanna explains. “But my magic tends to go wrong anyway. Sometimes it blows up in my face, literally!” A laugh follows the explanation, before she cants her head and watches Jaw Finder for a moment, her eyes going crosseyed as they pointed at her nose. She gasped and clutched the thing, before grinning as she drops her hand. “Maybe you’re smelling Jaro. He’s magical too, and he lives here! He’s around sometimes, but I’m not sure where he is at the moment.” She taps her chin as contemplation settles before she gasps at Jaw Finders suggestion of a second familiar. “But that’s unlikely, witches tend to only have one familiar, and I’ve got Brutus. I can’t think of anyone I’ve been around recently that would fit that description…” She taps her chin again, before shrugging as it is quickly forgotten. As Jaw Finder consumes what is left on their plate, Shanna wiggles in her seat before throwing her hands up. “Do you like books? I can show you the library, and then the garden! Then we can sleep and set off for Port Kyros tomorrow or something. I’ll need to get rations, so we have enough food to last the trip.” She nods to this, and Hannah peers at her. “We’ll make sure you have enough, Lady Shanna.” She offers with a smile, showing a few blackened teeth. “Just leave it to us to stock the airship.” “Ah, thank you!” Shanna chirps before grasping Jaw Finders’ rather large hand and tugging the being away towards the lift once more. Shanna pulls a lever and they find themselves ascending once more. As it ceases movement, she moves to open the large doors for Jaw Finder, noting that the doors can easily accommodate its’ large size. Inside the Library was a roaring fire place in the back – and rows upon rows of books. It was filled with dusty tomes and various scrolls, each one labelled meticulously along the walls and bookshelves. A few of them were even encased in glass. Near the fireplace was a long table filled with large, comfortable chairs that would even be large enough for Jaw Finder to comfortably sit upon. It was filled with various scents of all those of the tower, as well as whatever extra scents they had brought in with them to begin with.
  7. Agreed! I used to be a big fan of the light version but being blinded every time I checked my phone cured that real quick.
  8. I think the dark version is way easier on the eyes.
  9. “Unm…Sorta, but a familiar is more…magicy…” Shanna didn’t know how to explain it, so she simply flailed a hand in the general direction of both creatures before shrugging. As Jaw Finder puts a rather large, scaled hand on her head, she blinks beneath the weight and offers a chipper smile. “Nothing has eaten me so far! I think I’m pretty good at not getting eaten!” She states, as though all was right with the world long as she was not missing limbs. Brutus snorted at this and shook his pearly head before his attention was rapt on the roast that was set on the fire in the kitchen. His jowls salivated and he practically panted as he tried to keep himself from falling upon it in ravenous hunger. He held back just barely as Shanna and Jaw Finder were given their portions, before he took his own, nomming happily on a tasty piece of bone ripe with meat. Shanna coos happily as she watches Jaw Finder sit, amused by the simple thought of it, not to mention how it might look. She briefly wonders about the sturdiness of the chair – but realizes she has nothing to consider when it holds beneath them. As they consume the meal brought to them, Shanna pauses to contemplate Jaw Finders’ words and questions. She is quiet for a few moments longer, before setting down her fork gently. “I do not know.” She admits quietly. “This is my home, but I was not born here. Our God Emperor Rafael gave me use of this place, it’s the only home I’ve ever known. I grew up in an Orphanage – that’s a place where unwanted human children go.” Shanna explains patiently, before chewing upon her lower lip for a moment. “Mm, I am soft!” She laughs, however, it is tinted with an emptiness. “I don’t think I’m so different from anyone else, but I can use magic! I’ll show you!” Bringing up a hand, Shanna twists a small bit of energy into her hand before snapping her fingers and it becoming a fireball. Now that Brutus was by her side, the chances of her magic going awry were lessened. A small fireball wasn’t going to hurt anything, but the fearful look on the staff’s faces spoke volumes otherwise. Hannah ducked behind a table, looking ready to flip it and use it as a shield should the need arise. The flame wobbled in Shanna’s hand, but remained there. For now. “See! I can do all sorts of things! Though sometimes it goes wrong…those times aren’t very good.” Dropping her hand, the flame extinguishes in a puff of smoke and there is visible relief that echoes across the room. “Does Hannah and the others lack the flavor too? Maybe it’s what we eat!” She gasped. “Not that I’m opposed to being less tasty, I suppose.”
  10. “This Blaurg place doesn’t sound like very much fun.” Shanna intones as Jaw Finder describes it. As they enter the large floor, she giggles at the thought of Jaw Finder being more apt to be warm rather than cold. It shouldn’t be an amusing thought, really, but Shanna has always been odd in that regard. The things that they had brought were set just inside the door, and a few of the people that lived in the tower came to collect them. Shanna kept only a few small bags for herself. Of course, anything Jaw Finder wanted, they were more than welcome to. Shanna made sure to note this to Jaw Finder, should they desire anything within the sacks. The arrival of Brutus halted any of that discussion, however. “I am not a man-made thing. I am a familiar – a creature that is bound to a mage or witch, and stays with them until death. We help them control magic and guide them on their path of learning.” Brutus states regally, his nose inclining to the air just a tad as he sniffs. “And I am not for eating.” The Hellhound offers rather abruptly. Shanna chuckles at that, and shakes her head as her attention is focused on Jaw Finder once more. “No, I don’t have anymore Brutus’, but there are wolves and coyotes that come down from the mountain looking for food, so if you’re inclined to eat them, you’re welcome to.” She offers before grinning widely. “I have a garden, too, so you could always seek out plants there, if you wanna. I get the feeling you’d prefer meat, however.” Shanna turns to face the innards of the lowest level of the tower, the high ceiling scraping nearly 14 feet, and the lift a large square of 8x8. It is well sized, for they use it to transport goods and other necessities to the higher levels. Next to it, is a set of stairs should one prefer to travel in that manner. While the doors here, and in the kitchen were normal size, Jaw Finder would find that the higher they went, the larger the doors. The door to the grand library, afterall, was nearly as tall as the ceilings and as wide as the lift. “I thought we might rest here for a bit, and then head out to Port Kyros. I’ve always wanted to check it out, and they have a temple to Lord Rafael there! I can send him my prayers when we get there, and hopefully it will help us find another one of my books!” Shanna chirps. “Let’s head up, I think I have a soft spot for you to sleep in, in the library if you choose, or I can make room in my room, or I’m sure we can find space.” She waves a hand, as though this is no matter to be stuck on. “For now, let’s get some food. I think I smell a roast on the pit.” Shanna offers as she leads Jaw Finder towards the lift. As soon as they are both in, along with Brutus, she pushes a single button and the lift whirrs to life as they begin their ascent to the next floor. The ride is smooth and gentle, even as they stop at the kitchens. Beth is busy preparing cookies, but motions to one of the other bodies in the kitchen to help them. Hannah approaches, the woman mousy with dark brown hair and missing a few teeth. “How can I help ye?” She asks. “Uhm, if we could just get some of that roast that smells so good, that’d be great.” Shanna offers. Hannah nods and moves to cut generous slices for them both (Jaw Finders is more generous, as Hannah assumes the creature will likely eat more than Miss Shanna.) Shanna coos at this and takes her plate to sit at a table off to the side as she sets Jaw Finders plate in front of them. “I hope you like it!” She offers.
  11. Alexandria remembered the day that Luna had recruited her for the coven, why that memory flared with the flames that threatened to melt the very witch in her armor, she could not fathom. It had been in a dingy tavern, full of mead and meat that Luna had first approached the golden clad elf. Alexandria had immediately been taken in by the charismatic leader, unable to help being spun into the words that Luna offered. More than that, Luna had offered the very thing that Alexandria had wished for so long. Kinship. As a rogue witch, Alexandria did not realize the very missing bit of her core was a collection of like-minded individuals that helped one another. From time to time it was still remembered with bitterness, the lonely ache of her heart and soul. Luna’s invitation had thawed the icy chill that had encased her. Alexandria had taken a leap of faith to join the coral-lipped witch, who had spoke such sweet nothings that she could not resist. As the heat begins to dim around them, Alexandria’s lashes flutter briefly as a deep breath fills her lungs as though spreading life throughout her body once more. She stares up into the ashen area, trying to regain a sense of herself as Kamal huffs his indignation from somewhere inside of her armor. “Hothothot! You idiot! You nearly boiled me alive!” He hisses, slithering from the confines of the armor and across the ground. His white scales were a stark contrast to the now scorched embers that lay about the immediate area, though Alexandria isn’t surprised to see the lack of overall damage that the forest has taken – there is something gravely unnatural about the place, afterall. She coughs a few times through blistered lips and grimaces at Natasha’s question. She cannot produce a strong enough voice to assure the She-orc, so she settles for a mere nod. She is alive, afterall. Moving to stand, Alexandria brushes off the thick loam of the earth that had been beneath her before peering at the strange tree-like creature that is still rubbing its head from Natasha’s assault. Stalking forward with a slight gait imbalance, Alexandria scoops up the staff that had fallen from its grasp. Twirling it expertly with one hand, she examines it for a briefly moment before grasping both ends with her large hands. Bringing an armored knee up, she breaks the staff in half over the plates that protect her thighs. It snaps like a twig at her brute force, and she holds the remains in her hand as she glares at the creature. Not feeling any remorse about the damaged forest, nor feeling remorse for the creature who currently is still soothing its own wounds, she moves over and places a boot firmly upon it’s back and draws up the sable sword. The obsidian blade swallows the light that tries to reflect upon it, as it’s brought down onto the creature, splitting it from head to toe. Rage burns inside Alexandria, much like the firestorm she had called upon them. Provided this dehumes the creature, her gaze turns to Natasha and she makes a motion towards the she-orc. “She wants to know if you’re ok.” Kamal translates from the ground, “Since she burned all her vocal cords with that spell.” He huffs, before deflating with a sigh as he moves to slither back up Alexandria’s leg before perching himself beneath the plait of hair at the nape of her neck.
  12. The trip home was somber and quiet, each person seeming to be lost in their thoughts as Shanna navigates the Airship back towards Umbra. She veers off to the North a bit as they approach, and smiles when the sight of the Red Tower appears in her sights. It is not so impressive, but it is home. Even after residing there for a year, there is still the gaping hole in the ceiling of the top floor – which Shanna has no intention of fixing, instead it has been turned into a garden. The wide-bottom base fills most of their view, as Shanna pulls the airship as close as she dares and turns off the engines. They are settled in a nearby field just before the sloping of the Cold Mountains, nestled at the base and just before the snowy caps. The tower sits as a beacon against the stark landscape, a bright and unyielding vision of warmth against the bitter cold that surrounds the mountains and all that they touch. Shanna turns to her passengers and gives a small smile. “Welcome to The Red Tower. This is my home.” She states, even as she reaches to pull the lever that will lower the hatch for them to exit the vehicle. An aging man, grey in hair and stern looking peers up at them from below with a bit of mirth in his wrinkled gaze. “I see you bring home more people, Lady Shanna.” Tristram states, even as a small chuckle escapes his mouth. He is the steward of the tower, responsible for all of its affairs and trading business while Jaro and Shanna are away, or even when they are present, as neither of them seem to care about such things. “Yeah! I made new friends! I found Vadil in Dairut, and I think this is their sibling…I didn’t get their name.” She contemplates that for a moment, hamster wheel spinning in her brain. The hamster falls off and she shrugs before offering another vapid grin. “This is Tristram, he’s really nice. He’ll help you get a bed and a warm meal, I’m sure Beth has something cooked up by now, since I know you saw the airship coming.” “OF course, Lady Shanna.” Tristram gives a small lifting of one side of his lips, before motioning to the children. “This way, let’s find you some clothes and a bath, first.” He offers, noting that both stink higher than the stables, at the moment. Shanna steps out of the airship, after tidying it up a bit and putting things back where they belong. She peers around to find Jaw Finder, before waving a hand once they are spotted. “You didn’t get too cold up there, did you?” Shanna asks, concern in her gaze. The closer one got to the Cold Mountains to cooler the air seemed, it was crisp and bitter and her breath came in small puffs of clouds. “Mmm, this is The Red Tower, let’s get inside where it’s warm!” She exclaims. Leading the way, Shanna presses forward after Tristram and the children. They enter through large doors, which are closed behind them. To the immediate right is another set of large doors that lead to the stable, if the smell is any indication. A few steps in, and to the left is the blacksmith area, where Tristram and Bartleby often argue over bottles of liquor while challenging each other to random acts of smithing. The area then breaks off into rooms, spanning the rest of the large area so that people might find themselves able to sleep at night. The rooms are not overly lavish, but no one has complained yet, and they seem happy enough, so Shanna does not worry about it. At the very back of the area is the lift, a magical device that allowed them to go from floor to floor without climbing a hundred and one stairs. Tristram takes the children to the side, approaching another elderly woman. Beth stands at a gracious height, with only a slight stoop in her back from age. She smiles warmly at the children, her graying hair frayed about beneath her cap. “Lookit the wee ones.” She gasps. “We have never had children here…” Her voice is gravely and rumbles with a pleased note. “I’ll get to cook all your favorites! I’ll start right now! Cookies for everyone!” Beth cries as she runs towards the stairs (She never uses the lift, the magic in it makes her wary.) Shanna chuckles at this, and turns to Jaw Finder as she waits for Jaw Finder to take everything in for a moment before rapidly speaking once more. “So this is just the first floor, uhm, there’s lots of floors, but I’m not sure where you’d want to sleep….Do you prefer to be warm or cooler?” She asks. Lumbering towards them at that moment, comes a large white wolf. Brutus glowers at Shanna as his jowls open and close several times in irritation. Shanna gives a sheepish look before waving a hand. “Ohhi…Sorry I left you behind, I just got busy and then I didn’t want to risk taking you into the jungle, which was really a good thing because you know, jungle, and poisons.” “Quiet.” Brutus speaks with a resounding boom. Shanna squeaks and immediately silences as he gives her a scrutinizing glare. “As long as you’re home now. And you’re not leaving me behind again.” He growls the last, his golden gaze flickering to Jaw Finder briefly as he sits on his haunches and sniffs the air towards the strange creature. “What did you bring home this time?” “Ah! Jaw Finder, Brutus, Brutus, Jaw Finder.” Shanna regains her grin.
  13. Vidal looks at Jaw Finder with a mixture of horror and fascination. Jaw Finder was a curiosity he had never thought to see in the very streets of Dairut, of course, he was young and hadn’t lived long, so maybe it was more normal than he realized. Perhaps this person was of such high enfluence that they collected exotic creatures as pets, and he was to be the next snack? He shook in his little slippers, unable to help himself as a soft whimpering noise escaped his throat. Shanna ignored it for the time being, not maliciously, but simply because the clamor of the area was so loud it drowned out the pathetic noises the young boy was making. As Jaw Finder was unsettled and managed to reset them on their feet, Shanna gave it the brightest grin she could muster despite her discomfort with the city. “Wait, what?” She pauses to question, peering at the waddling creature of cloth that was next to Jaw Finder. “I don’t have a brother. I mean, I suppose I could, since I don’t know who my parents are…but as far as I know I’m the only one, and have no siblings. Er…” She pauses to peer at the child as he speaks, and cants her head to the left. She releases her hold on Jaw Finder then, even as Jaw Finder looks for the missing shadow. As Fadil pleads his case, Vidal gasps and peers through the overly large headgear at his brother before suddenly throwing himself forward with a sobbing sort of noise. He wraps himself around the other boy with no intention of releasing him any time soon. Shanna watches this for a moment, a sort of wrenching in her chest. Shanna had longed for such companionship for so long. For someone to care for her even an iota. Jaro had filled the void for a time, but Shanna hadn’t seen him in quite some time…not sure if he was in his room or simply chilling somewhere else for the time being. The orphanage had no time for children like Shanna, who looked upon the universe in such wonder and had within them a curiosity to rival a cats. No, often she was left confined to a room and fed through slots in the doors. Shanna frowns for a moment at the two children, but not in displeasure. She frowns as memories move through her brain like a slideshow before she shakes it off and gives a small smile. “Alright. Well, let’s all go back to the airship and we can go from there.” Shanna offers as she takes both children’s hands and leads them towards the gates. Once they manage to pass through them with little incident, she pauses to wrap both of their feet in small pieces of fabric so that the sand doesn’t burn them. Once that is done, she makes a quick pace back towards the airship. Little Vidal peers up at the rocky formation that comes into their view and lets his mouth fall agape at the sight of the airship. He had only heard rumors and whispers of the fantastical things that flew in the sky, it was very rare for them to be seen in Dairut. He gasped and pointed up at it. “I know, it’s pretty awesome.” Shanna manages with a grin before waving her hand upwards at the thing, the side opening so that they can enter. The children both enter, awed and confused as they take in the inside of it. It seemed far too amazing…Vidal poked around for a moment before peering at Shanna curiously. Shanna blinks back at them, helping Jaw Finder unload itself of the burdens they have taken. “Uhm…make yourselves comfy, I guess. I’m gonna input the navigation codes for the Tower.” She offers, turning to do just that. It only takes a few moments, as the navigation home is well known. She returns to offer the children jerky and a strange fruit drink in a pouch, with a straw stuck through it.
  14. "Five exclamation points, surely the sign of an insane mind." 

    - Pratchett, Reaper Man.

  15. Shanna contemplates turning the stall owners stall to ash, her blood bubbles with anger at the way he speaks of Jaw Finder, and furthermore implying that Jaw Finder was a pet. Jaw Finder was her friend, albeit new, Shanna didn’t appreciate the way it was being referenced. Instead of acting on that desire, Shanna puts a vapid smile on her face. “Thank you.” Is all she says, turning about face with poor little Vidal in tow as she looks towards the Jovial flats. Shifting a bit, she pauses to take off her headgear, instead, putting it on Vidal so the beating sun doesn’t scorch his little head. Vidal blinks in surprise, and then suspicion at this but makes no complaint. “Jaw Finder!” Shanna calls once more as she enters along the main street of the Jovial flats. A few people give her strange looks but she cares not as she eagerly seeks her companion. Vidal, meanwhile, also looks for the giant lizard like creature, hoping that the woman does not intend to feed him to it. He points after a moment, mouth agape. “That?” He asks, and Shanna turns only to gasp. “Jaw Finder!” She practically lunges forward and wraps the creature in a hug. “I thought I’d lost you, and this is a dangerous place to be lost, I would have missed you terribly and gotten in trouble trying to find you, I’m sure. Now let’s get outta here, I don’t think I like this place.” She rushes all in one sentence. “Plus, the way people keep staring, I think some of them might be entertaining the thought of making a pet out of either one of us, and I’d rather avoid that, so I vote we just go back to the airship. Oh, by the way, I found this kid….” She offered. “I didn’t want to leave him ot the hands of some of those nasty people, so I bought him….I thought I could take him home to Tristram and he could live a better life.” She whispers the last, not wanting to be overheard.
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