After two long and terrifying missions, Beatrice the Kobold is finally going home to Southport where her master and her friends are. Spear of Light in hand, she heads back to her home. Back to a normal life...or at least that's what she hopes.
After two long and terrifying missions, Beatrice the Kobold is finally going home to Southport where her master and her friends are. Spear of Light in hand, she heads back to her home. Back to a normal life...or at least that's what she hopes.
"Ah, right..." Beatrice would grab the spear front amongst all that she had brought with her during her travels and hand it to Elanor.
The spear hums with energy as it glows with a soft radiance. Elanor looks at it in amazement. The radiance glows brighter when the spear graces her hands. "It feels like I've just reunited with an old friend..." She says holding it. "I'm certain it does, it already looked amazing to begin with." He says while getting up. He pets Beatrice, softly rubbing his fingers against her fur.
Beatrice couldn't help but lean into the gesture of affection, happily wagging her tail.
He kept rubbing her head. It brought back memories from before she transformed. Happy times and certainly much easier, but it was all loving the same. "I'm always proud of what you accomplish Beatrice, now go get some rest." He told her.
(Before she transformed?)
(Yes, before she transformed and a little bit after.)
(I ask because Beatrice always was a Mamono, one that had been adopted as a pet/new family member by her Master's dad at a young age, unless this is referring to something else.)
(Oh, I wasn't aware of that. I'll remove that then. Sorry for the confusion! Edit: Ok, so it's too late to edit it, but just pretend that part isn't there.)
(Sorry, its my fault for not really clearing up backstory stuff like that beforehand.)
"Thanks... I'll go do that." She said, as she went to her room to get some rest.
(It's cool.)
When Beatrice left, she gave small smiles to Kirk and Richter as she headed to her old room. She headed inside, much of it was as she left and remembered it. The small work desk where she studied and filled out minor paperwork to help out now and again. The small bookshelf where she was read stories and taught herself how to read. The soft looking bunk beds with pillows and sheets made of...wait a minute...she never had bunk beds. A young Hakutaku silently reads at a small tea table with a cup of coffee. There's a large stack of papers next to her, all filled out and ready to be looked over.
What do you think?