[Kor often took it upon himself to take care of the small collection of animals they'd been acquiring at their house. Not because anybody asked him to, or because it was his "assigned chore" to do, but because he liked it. Seaville was a small farming community by the ocean, so it wasn't uncommon for him to help care for some of the animals they kept there. It just seemed natural to him.
He flies up to the treehouse property upon the back of his dragonfly friend, Topaz, who'd chosen to stick around Kor and live near the treehouse even after they'd left the swamps. It sure made taking care of errands in town quick and easy, at least.]
C'mere, Drumstick! It's dinner time!
[He hops off the back of Topaz and heaves a sack of chicken feed he'd slung over his shoulder onto the ground. Excited, the large fowl immediately waddles over and starts furiously pecking at the bag to try and get at its contents without waiting to be fed.]
Ah, h-hey, wait! At least let me open the sack first...!
[B]
[At some point during the day, Kor takes to training nearby. Even though he didn't always have access to his Soma depending on whether he was in a dream realm or not, that just made it all the more important to keep his sword skills sharp.
He draws his sword from the Soma attached to his arm, a glowing golden blade manifesting itself in his hand as if by magic. He dashes forward at lightning speed, sword bared as he rushes towards a striking dummy he'd set up in his mock training grounds. He swings his sword as he charges past it, landing a solid slash on the dummy--]
Haaaah...!
[--And bifurcating it right in two, the twin halves falling to the ground nearly in tandem. Kor turns to look at the fallen target, shocked and displeased by this turn of events.]
Ahh--! Crap, I'm gonna need to get stronger materials for this, i guess... A striking dummy that falls apart after one attack's no good for training, after all.
[C]
[One of the nicest parts about the treehouses sitting high in the canopy is that it gave a clear view of the sky. On clear nights, Kor liked to lie on the rooftop and gaze at the stars until he felt sleepy. (Sometimes, he'd fall asleep there if he wasn't careful.)
The sky surrounding Songerein was unusual to Kor at first. Different, not like his home sky at all. But it didn't fill him with the same loneliness that the sky of Aefenglom did. It was different, but... Not unsettling. There was a strange familiarity to it that he couldn't quite place.]
I wonder... If this is a dream world, are the stars a dream too? Or maybe they're the ones dreaming...
[He doesn't seem to be talking to anybody in particular, musing aloud to himself more than anything.]
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[Kor often took it upon himself to take care of the small collection of animals they'd been acquiring at their house. Not because anybody asked him to, or because it was his "assigned chore" to do, but because he liked it. Seaville was a small farming community by the ocean, so it wasn't uncommon for him to help care for some of the animals they kept there. It just seemed natural to him.
He flies up to the treehouse property upon the back of his dragonfly friend, Topaz, who'd chosen to stick around Kor and live near the treehouse even after they'd left the swamps. It sure made taking care of errands in town quick and easy, at least.]
C'mere, Drumstick! It's dinner time!
[He hops off the back of Topaz and heaves a sack of chicken feed he'd slung over his shoulder onto the ground. Excited, the large fowl immediately waddles over and starts furiously pecking at the bag to try and get at its contents without waiting to be fed.]
Ah, h-hey, wait! At least let me open the sack first...!
[B]
[At some point during the day, Kor takes to training nearby. Even though he didn't always have access to his Soma depending on whether he was in a dream realm or not, that just made it all the more important to keep his sword skills sharp.
He draws his sword from the Soma attached to his arm, a glowing golden blade manifesting itself in his hand as if by magic. He dashes forward at lightning speed, sword bared as he rushes towards a striking dummy he'd set up in his mock training grounds. He swings his sword as he charges past it, landing a solid slash on the dummy--]
Haaaah...!
[--And bifurcating it right in two, the twin halves falling to the ground nearly in tandem. Kor turns to look at the fallen target, shocked and displeased by this turn of events.]
Ahh--! Crap, I'm gonna need to get stronger materials for this, i guess... A striking dummy that falls apart after one attack's no good for training, after all.
[C]
[One of the nicest parts about the treehouses sitting high in the canopy is that it gave a clear view of the sky. On clear nights, Kor liked to lie on the rooftop and gaze at the stars until he felt sleepy. (Sometimes, he'd fall asleep there if he wasn't careful.)
The sky surrounding Songerein was unusual to Kor at first. Different, not like his home sky at all. But it didn't fill him with the same loneliness that the sky of Aefenglom did. It was different, but... Not unsettling. There was a strange familiarity to it that he couldn't quite place.]
I wonder... If this is a dream world, are the stars a dream too? Or maybe they're the ones dreaming...
[He doesn't seem to be talking to anybody in particular, musing aloud to himself more than anything.]
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