Nothing's trying to kill us, at the moment

~Cerulea~

"What about you? How long have you been hunting?" He asked, curious.
Cerulea sighed, thinking. "I've known about monsters since I was little and my mother would tell me stories. When I turned sixteen I left Lithuania to hunt. Aki just tagged along."
She fingered the silver pendant around her neck with one hand, tapping the pommel of Brightsteel on her hip. "These were parting gifts when I left."

~Erin~

The old guesting laws required a welcome and the habit was ingrained. It also had a power of it's own that no one quite understood. They simply knew that it did.
I smiled faintly, recognizing Kaylara's welcome. It was always pleasant to meet someone other than Cal who knew the old ways.
I nodded at the others and went inside, where I found Ragnar and Jem in the kitchen. Ragnar was just finishing telling Jem what'd happened in Northumbria. I fixed myself a cup of chai tea, strengthening the potency with a binding out of habit, and nodded at Ragnar. "Master Lothbrook, I see you've survived."
Jem speared a pear slice with her fork and took a bite. "Yeah, we met some cat-snakes."
"Serpopards."
"Whatever. I got a sword, too." She gestured to the jewel-encrusted scabbard on one hip. "It's made of diamond. I just sorta... found it."
I took a sip of my chai. "Now you can store extra mana in it at least."
She shrugged, finishing her pears and dropping her fork and can in the sink. "See ya," Jem added cheerfully, wandering off to another part of the safehouse.
I looked at Ragnar. "Serpopards?"

~Elle~

After a few minutes of talking I surreptitiously cast my magi-vis and examined Em from the corner of my eye. I noticed a slightly fractured rib but nothing worse. "You should probably rest, Em. It's been a weird day."
He sighed, standing slowly. "You didn't manage to locate a bedroom earlier, did you?"
"Third door on the right."
Em nodded and left. I continued reading the Tempest.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them -- Ding-dong bell.

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