An Off Witch, a Dangerous Imbalance

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Locations

• Fao Manor, a broken down estate in the Barony of Fao.

Adventurer's Log

The next morning, after the rather disastrous discussions of the party and her apparently over the top reaction, Zyindra is up as usual with the dawn, already preparing breakfast for everyone according to their usual preferences. She also, it seems, is trying to make things up to Sabbath, as she is in the kitchen, tossing him tiny bits of meat - mostly trimmed bits of bacon - intermittently throughout her work.

For his part, the fox is deigning to poke his head out from beneath one of the trestle tables in the kitchen to scarf these bits of treat as they are offered, and is staying close as always to his mistress. But he is not draped over her shoulders, or tangled around her feet as he would normally be. He is keeping his distance, still apparently making his displeasure known.

"Yes, of course I know they were not there. But I had not tested anyone, and they had just come from a place potentially infested with the things. I had to make sure you would be protected."

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Usually the last one up and about, for some reason, Lucius is awake or at least as awake as he can be so early in the morning. He pushes the door to the kitchen open, stifling a yawn.

"You know you don't have to make breakfast every morning." Even as Lucius says the words, it's obvious from the look on his face that he'd be quite sad at not enjoying the good food Zyindra makes.

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Sabbath gives a sharp little bark from his spot under the trestle table, and then turns his muzzle to watch Lucius enter. He ducks back under the table, staying out of the way, though the tip of his nose and tail are still visible.

Zyindra looks up from Sabbath at Lucius and smiles, shaking her head. "I want to eat, too. If I am going to cook for myself, why shouldn't I cook for everyone else? Everyone does better with a healthy meal first thing in the day, after all."

That green-golden glow forms in her eyes as she glances at a mug, which proceeds to sparkle as it floats over to the fire, the glow spreading to the pot in which the coffee is resting, which then tilts itself to pour out a measure. The pot resettles, and the mug floats over to Lucius.

"Your usual, this morning?" the redheaded witch then asks.

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As is usual, Lucius is always wary around all animals including Sabbath and Kaza and unless dire circumstances force him to acknowledge them, they are merely background noise to be politely ignored.

Lucius takes the offered mug with a smirk. "Since you've already gone to the trouble. I suppose it would be rude of me to decline."

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