My Home is a Person...

Bajie had often wondered about Flea, not just after he’d helped her escape, but in the last twenty years since he had woken up. Wondering if she’d gone to sleep like many others or if she’d perished in the past. He was glad to see her alive, glad his giving up everything had been worth it. He’d do it again if he had to, he definitely had no regrets, even if he’d lost everything in the process.

Well, I don’t like to toot my own horn, but…..if the shoe vits. He loved tooting his own horn, who was he kidding. Don’t mind if I do. He said as he sat down with his old protege, she hardly looked a day older than when he’d helped her escape, he felt like he looked older, but then twenty years awake will do that to a person.

He smiled, yes, she looked really good. He didn’t realise how badly he needed this reunion until this moment. As she brought up how things weren’t all that different, he smirked and sat back in the chair, no they sure as fuck weren’t.

Might look like a bright shiny new world, but it’s much of the same shit we dealt with, and now with the Evanuris being put back together, things are starting to look even more familiar with each passing day. No sign of Andruil yet though, small comfort in that. Not that Elgar’nan and Falon’din should be taken lightly, but he definitely had more personal beef with Andruil.