-social thread- idle hands

“Oh! Hiya!” She waved enthusiastically, unmoving otherwise, then stuffed her things that she’d taken out back in her bag, uncaringly, almost. She did care about her things, they were all the items she had in the world, she just didn’t know better. Her orb focus got wrapped in a scrunched up map, and if she ever put her mouse in there, there were only hard things and blades to clash against. Seemed pretty dangerous, but even if she knew, what could she do?
Not much.
She scooped up Queso, then stood up with her pack slung over her. “What’s happening?”

She tried to rationalise the doors for a second, then eventually settled that there wasn’t even any child logic to apply to it. “Right, if that’s okay.” Enchee was now running Queso between her hands, the situation made her feel a little nervous. She’d lived in a proper place before, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to remember about her parents, except that they were killed by going outside the city.

She hopped on through the door, and pushed it behind her, letting it close itself. She held onto her pet but gently tossed her bag onto the floor by the bed. Pushing her hair back off her face, Enchee gasped quietly when she heard the door, ears peeking up slightly, and she opened it. Honestly, she paid no attention to the room, and took it for exactly what it was - a room. She’d look later, but in the moment, she was excited and happy. Enchee jumped up and hugged Crucible when she saw him.

“It’s so cosy, I mean. Wow.” Takes aback was one set of words for it. To be honest, Enchee was pretty overwhelmed. Everything had been so spontaneous, and even on the streets there tends to be something of a routine. She smiled to herself, then just beamed. Enchee grabbed her matted hair in handfuls, and tied it up in a high ponytail. It was usually good for keeping her warm, but she was pretty hot in here as it was. “I think we should start with some pretty pillows and throws, they’re nice to look at, and I can make a proper nest at night.” On the bed, of course, but... just cosier, more natural to her.

“A bath? I’m not muddy or anything!” She folded her arms, how rude to insist on a bath like that! There’s nothing wrong with how she is. Plus, how the heck would she keep all her stuff in safe, arm’s reach and close sight? What about Queso? Too many variables, too dangerous for sure.

She nodded, and put the blankets and parts of her current outfit in a kind of nest on the bed, moving them around and eventually getting inside the thing. The soft bed definitely made it different, and the ability to ignore padding up the bottom of the nest made it more comfortable than before. Enchee sat playing with Minor Illusion, she always used magic as a kind of game. She so far hadn’t found many good uses for magic, but maybe in the future there would be a reason to have it.

After scrambling around and listening at the door to the corridor and the walls she didn’t know, Enchee got back into her nest and settled down to sleep. She didn’t really care when she slept, as long as it was safe. Night tended to be extra dangerous, people get more open to risk when they are under cover of darkness. 

Enchee was wary of dreaming, that things could be predictive. Or worse, seem predictive. Waking thinking she’d die or lose something important to her was never pleasant, it left her anxious for weeks. But it couldn’t be helped, like right now. The noise was enough to maybe disturb only people who were not terribly busy in study, mumbling and gentle noises, she wasn’t terribly upset, but turns were taken quickly in her mind. Eventually, she fell to the floor with a crash, she screamed, not loudly, kind of to herself. She was just shocked.