[Open] To Lose Time

[bearshermark]

Who: Eleven + Anyone!
What: Settling In Catch-all
Where: Various
When: First few days/first week
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Act 2 leading into 3



1. Classes

Despite the urging to take up Draconic Knowledge, Eleven ultimately resumed his previous class schedule without change. And so, dressed in the deep blue robes of Eiather house, he attempted to settle back into the monotony of classwork.

"I recall some of this," he mused quietly, in the lull of instruction when they were meant to be working. Eleven himself wasn't terribly focused, writing sporadic and distracted. "But those memories are vague.."


2. Dragonfire Library

Given a need for somewhere to read and write quietly, Eleven found himself swiftly seeking out a library. While memory served to remind him that the Temple had one, it wasn't until he purused some of the more esoteric tomes of this library that he recalled why he'd had a preference for Raida's. Still.. the information he was looking for likely wasn't all that common.

Various books with titles featuring the word or concept of 'time' made up a small pile on the desk as he flipped through them, brows drawing increasingly closer together.

He set one down with a frown and a quiet admission.

"..Maybe these aren't going to be helpful."


3. Temple of Raida

He'd stood outside for longer than he should, at this point. His golden hawk familiar bristled on his shoulder, catching the light, then shifted to turn its head and preen. Eleven reached up and brushed his finger down the soft breast feathers.

"I should, shouldn't I? You're here, after all. I think that means something."


4. Wildcard

[ooc: feel free to make something else up if these prompts don't work for you! I'm happy to roll with most anything. prose/action is fine.

Also happy to accept TDM threads as canon if you'd like]

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[unswervingcompanion]

He was half stunned with the revelations that he was hearing from the boy he'd taken on as his charge. He'd left the only home he'd really known and went off to help vanquish the darkness that had threatened their lands and existence. All to follow the boy who would help banish the evil and restore the light.

Of course he'd done that already, but that hadn't changed his purpose even as they both found themselves back here in this place.

So he nodded. "I would like that." Beyond those words, the knight felt humbled to his core and wasn't sure what else he could voice.

[bearshermark]

Eleven broke into a wide, relieved smile. He strode over to cross most of the distance between them, mindful of the familiar on his shoulder as he peered up at the man.

"Then we're equals. You can ask favors of me as well. I enjoy helping my friends."

[unswervingcompanion]

Hendrik wasn't sure how to proceed with this whole friends thing. But what he'd done so far had worked so he would have to come up with something else. That however was for a different day and the knight had to mindful of the bird.

"I will do so." Though of course asking for help might be a tall order. Still, he turned his attention to the Luminary's new companion. "This new friend of yours seems to be a great asset to keeping you safe."

[bearshermark]

He followed Hendrik's gaze with a smile at his new familiar.

"He'll help keep an eye out for me. I should be able to send him to you if I'm in trouble, too."

[unswervingcompanion]

He nodded. "And just how do you intend for him to come fetch me if you are in need of aid?" Somewhere deep down Hendrik was panicking at the thought of the Luminary being in trouble and him not being around to help right off.

[bearshermark]

"Well he can fly," Eleven said simply with a sheepish smile. "He can find you and lead you to me if need be."

He gently prompted Glorious onto his arm, then lifted him up for a better perspective from which to see Hendrik.

"This is Hendrik. He's my friend and bodyguard. If I'm ever in trouble and he isn't at hand, this is who you'll need to find."

[unswervingcompanion]

The bird soon focused its complete attention on the knight who knew not to get right up in its face. But he gave the bird his usual serious face and blinked at it. However, the friend comment slid through the chinks in his armor though he fought not to show it. He had to be a bodyguard first, his oath took precedence. Still, the warm feeling of being called a friend wormed its way through his body anyway.