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I. THE ROOM
It was just a small studio apartment that the nice prismal showed him to, but it was larger than any inn rooms Connie had ever seen. It reminded him much more of a room he has last seen three years ago, and hoped to never see again. The young tiefling barely listened to the explanation of what things did what, instead staring out the window as if he expected the Oakspire castle grounds to magically appear outside. It was all so... much. The bed was fluffy and the sheets soft. Everything was spotless.
It was made for nobles.
(Strange, how you could miss simple beds stuffed with hay and old woolen blankets.)
When the prismal handed him the key and disappeared, the first thing Confidence did was propping every window open and then fiddling with the lock to the door. It took a while and even a bit of a frost ray - but once it was nice and broken and would never lock again, he felt a little better.
This place was not going to shut him in. There were nobody here that wanted to lock him away.
It was still miles away from a cozy vardo where he'd been safely tucked between Malawin and Cale, or an inn room with Cale snoring in the bed next to his. It was clean, pretty and empty.
Carefully, Confidence sits down on the bed with a sigh. Grace scurries down from his neck and lands on the mattress, zooming around quickly all over it. It wouldn't make the sheets less soft and expensive, but maybe it would at least smell like the feywild and arcane. Maybe that would help him sleep.
Grace would watch at night. Nobody would lock him in.
Maybe he could pretend it was home.
It was just a small studio apartment that the nice prismal showed him to, but it was larger than any inn rooms Connie had ever seen. It reminded him much more of a room he has last seen three years ago, and hoped to never see again. The young tiefling barely listened to the explanation of what things did what, instead staring out the window as if he expected the Oakspire castle grounds to magically appear outside. It was all so... much. The bed was fluffy and the sheets soft. Everything was spotless.
It was made for nobles.
(Strange, how you could miss simple beds stuffed with hay and old woolen blankets.)
When the prismal handed him the key and disappeared, the first thing Confidence did was propping every window open and then fiddling with the lock to the door. It took a while and even a bit of a frost ray - but once it was nice and broken and would never lock again, he felt a little better.
This place was not going to shut him in. There were nobody here that wanted to lock him away.
It was still miles away from a cozy vardo where he'd been safely tucked between Malawin and Cale, or an inn room with Cale snoring in the bed next to his. It was clean, pretty and empty.
Carefully, Confidence sits down on the bed with a sigh. Grace scurries down from his neck and lands on the mattress, zooming around quickly all over it. It wouldn't make the sheets less soft and expensive, but maybe it would at least smell like the feywild and arcane. Maybe that would help him sleep.
Grace would watch at night. Nobody would lock him in.
Maybe he could pretend it was home.
