My Home is a Person...

Bajie had been awake for over twenty years, he had disappointingly woken up to a world who had many of the same problems that his world had had, only different people obviously. Of course now, those same assholes were getting put back together and walking once more. At least Andruil wasn’t walking again, but Bajie had a feeling it was only a matter of time.

In the mean time, he had allied himself with a Talon, not that he agreed with the way the Crows of Antiva all did things, but he did trust Aethra, the head of the Sixth Talon, a friendship that stretched back eons. He trained her recruits for her. He tried to pretend he didn’t care. Ever since he’d failed Little Flea, ever since she’d lost everything and he’d blamed himself, he hadn’t been good at getting close to people.

Lately they’d been doing a lot of recruiting, they’d need all the fighters they could get if they had to go up against Elgar’nan and Falon’din. He was tired, but it was necessary if they were going to have a shot. Elgar’nan was a formidable foe, that shouldn’t, no, wouldn’t, be taken lightly. After a long day of training, Bajie made his way into his favourite bar.

He went straight to the bar, too tired to look around much. Ordered himself a shot of whiskey with an ale chaser. It was then that he turned to finally scan the crowd, trying to eye a good place to sit, when his face went white. The now empty shot glass tumbled to the floor, Little Flea! How long had he wondered what had happened to her after he’d helped her escape, even when he’d gone to sleep he’d had no idea what had happened to her.

Well, blow me over with a feather. He walked closer, still looking a bit like he’d seen a ghost. I always wondered what happened after we parted ways, I shoulda known nothing would get the better of you!