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POSTED: Mon Apr 02, 2018 10:50 am

With the help of Corrine (who asked him far too many questions about the death of Ask Fylgja, given an opportunity with the man who had been avoiding her for months), Neith hoisted the tiny mattress from his tiny bedroom of the Heiwa household to the small home he had chosen for himself, a short walk due east. The weather turned seasonable and sunny, the little creature spirits strayed away from tripping him between the ankles, and a two-day headache had at long last subsided: A perfect trinity for outdoor work.

Corrine was not at all built for labor, but the mattress was not too heavy and she accepted his request for help with little concern. She was the only communal slave Neith could think of, considering how rarely he called upon them. In trips she carried a series of his plants in pots and jars as well, and left with a sprout in a jar of one of his medicinal herbs as thanks for her assistance.

His things piled loosely inside and outside the front door, Neith stood for a time in the threshhold, hands on his hips, taking in the open and dusty space. The broken chairs and table. The collapsing cabinets he would need to learn how to fix. The room he had set aside for his study, with the skeleton of a dead man the first thing to be given a place and shamelessly assembled over the course of several hours.

He looked at his long shadow across the room, cast from his feet and the sun behind him, and considered what it meant to be an Arbiter, or how long he would live in this home before the Thistle Kingdom became too much for him.

Neith sneezed on dust and decided these thoughts a touch too stressful for him to meander about on moving day. He gathered up a series of books outside the door and carried them to the good shelves in his study.

Neith’s moving some things into his new home! All welcome for up to 2. Residence info is here, for reference.

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POSTED: Mon Apr 02, 2018 5:03 pm

It was hard not to miss the goings-on in the house at the end of the road from where he lived. O'Riley had noticed it in passing, and once again when he had become curious and spied from a distance, and now that he had traveled past and confirmed his suspicions as to the activity, decided himself informed enough to approach. Being that this was a common road traveled for those who lived beyond it (his aunt, who rode as often as the weather allowed these days, and Cleome and his family, which seemed to have grown if the rumors were true) O'Riley was given easy excuse to find himself at the door.

The building was small, which was why he had chosen to come on four legs instead of two. Erring further that his presence surely intimidated Neith (given how he had acted upon seeing him last) even further gave calculated thought to his choice of form. The dark-faced wolf sat outside in the pleasant sunlight and listened to the sounds inside.

He smiled to himself, considering the man within, and felt tension ripple through the muscle beneath a healing scab. His fur was growing back and driving him half-mad, but Neith had been considerably handy with his work (as had been O'Riley, following his instructions) and the result both pleased and annoyed the Apprentice. This would have been more useful earlier, when he had gotten his leg damn near shot to hell. The bare skin there was off-colored and dead looking, like all of his scars.

Maybe he'd go hunting, O'Riley thought, daydreaming about the possibilities as he waited on the unimpressive porch.

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POSTED: Mon Apr 16, 2018 7:57 am

Charged by the adrenaline of excitement, the Heiwa shifted from one task to another seamlessly and without completion, creating progress on several things at once and swerving about his new home as if utterly lost among the walls. Dust collected in his nostrils and prodded at this sinuses, but he did not mind. To smell nothing at all also meant not to smell the dust and age, and to be reminded constantly just how much work he had ahead of him.

Neith remembered the jars left at the doorstep, and found not far from them one O’Riley, smiling, and basking in the sun as if waiting for something.

The Arbiter stared, not quite bewildered but not quite delighted, either. Before even speaking, his eyes drifted to the scratch cleaned and sewn up some couple weeks prior. At a glance, it seemed to be healing well enough. Good. Neith hated to relive the experience.

The Heiwa pasted on a smile. “O’Riley. If you wanted to come in, you could have asked.” He scooped, collecting into his arms what was left of his belongings outside. “What do you think? It is a fine place. Suits me well enough, but there is a lot of heavy lifting to be done.”

Did he live nearby? Neith didn’t recall. Whatever the case, Neith hadn’t forgotten the Apprentice’s disdain for his competition against Grievous in terms of strength. Regardless the reason why O’Riley stooped on his porch, the Heiwa could placate any problems before they arrived. This was his home now, after all.

“Come in, if you’d like,” he said, crossing back inside. “How is the leg healing?”

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