#aveem

[catisawells]

Nightly Rounds

    It was time for his nightly rounds, he liked to be punctual. After he departed his master’s chambers, his blue shimmering form darted down the main hall to ensure all doors were closed appropriately and everything was in its proper place. Typically at this hour light could still be seen from Catisa’s chambers, though this time her lights were out and the door was left ajar. The familiar poked his head through the doorway to see no one was within. Reluctantly, he allowed the door to close behind him and proceeded down his usual route.

    When he got to the other end of the hall Aveem took pause. A repetitive sound like metal banging on metal was faint, but present. This was no normal sound, not like Mason’s workshop, but far louder and within the walls of the Estate. He followed the sound and as it grew louder and louder he could make out the faint ringing accompanied by the occasional cranking sound, until at last he came upon a large doorway to a spare dining area that had usually been left open. A sign dangled from the door handles that simply read:

OFF LIMITS

DO NOT ENTER

- Executive Assistant Wells

    Of course, now he had to know. Those rules obviously weren’t meant for him, right? He was just the helpful servant, of course he would be welcomed and maybe she would even let him assist! Aveem imagined himself flinging open the doors and being accepted into Catisa’s warm embrace! It was everything he could ever dream of, don’t worry, he’s on his way!

    Carefully, he cracked the door open and began to peak his head around the corner. The noises were loud from within and he barely caught a glimpse of a sliver of a cool blue metal in what appeared to be a dome shape before a wrench slammed into the door and sent him flying backward!

    “Aveem!” He heard Catisa shout from within, “I know you can read that sign! Stay out! It’s a surprise!”

    The little blue familiar slumped his shoulders in defeat and hovered off to finish his rounds, but he would pout about it the entire time.

@arcanist-starweaver

[catisawells]

Sneak Peak

    This was it, with the Executive Assistant gone on her trip he could finally take a peak at what she had been working on! Everyone was busy and all of his tasks around the Estate had been caught up, so there was no one to demand anything of him present. It was the perfect time! His little blue shimmer skittered down the halls as fast as he could toward the spare dining hall that was seldom used with the sign over the handles that read “DO NOT ENTER” and now below they had a special handwritten message: “THAT MEANS YOU, AVEEM”.

    If he could he would have scoffed. He was Aveem the Magnificent! Of course he was allowed to go anywhere she was. As he reached for the handle, however, he noticed something was off. A bright light shimmered and suddenly shot him back down the hall and he blinked. The faint trace of a ward visible on the doorway before it faded once more, only activated when someone attempts to enter. What?! First his Mistress dismisses him for his assistance and now this?! Wards in his own domain? Surely this will not do!

    How dare she? Miss Wells had asked about wards to fend off familiars and other magical creatures right in front of him the other day! She was learning quickly from his Mistress Starweaver, but this was just offensive! It was right under his metaphorical nose. He would stand for this no longer, trip or not Miss Wells would answer to him! 

With a bright blue light his body began to glow and suddenly he blinked out of existence only to appear by some overgrown bushes in a field with what looked like a farm house under construction at the center. There she was! Aveem had spotted her at last, though in that instant her gaze had snapped in that direction and fire lit her palms, she clearly was not expecting company. Before he could give it a second thought he was already back in the Estate halls and skittering back to work as fast as he possibly could, if he had a physical heart it would have been in his throat. He really hoped she hadn’t seen him.

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[starweavingwritings]

Aveem’s Most Excellent Adventures: A Glimpse

Four feet tall was considered rather small for a proper arcane familiar. Especially one that served as a primary servant and sometimes guardian to their mage. But size meant little when it came to all the heart poured into all the work and effort Aveem completed that was laid out before him. He prided himself on completing errands and tough work a familiar twice his size could do! Sure, he’d puff out his chest in times where he truly felt small and perhaps felt the need to overcompensate, but perfection was never achieved in one day! 

Through the busy streets of Stormwind City, it wasn’t uncommon to spot Aveem hurrying about on errands for his mistress. Saedre often sent him out to pick up the latest romance novel from her favorite authors whenever it would hit off the presses, to collect specially ordered cloth and patterns, and to handle a dozen other small tasks she trusted only him with. She was a busy woman, busy enough that the smaller chores often fell to Aveem without complaint. But their monthly visits to the orphanage bringing books, enchanted toys and a handful of Aveem’s favorite parlor tricks, were something she never allowed him to do alone as it was something she thoroughly enjoyed being a part of. 

Today, Aveem shuffled through the busy streets, offering bubbling waves and theatrical bows to everyone who recognized him. The greetings and the occasional free sweet treat he couldn’t actually eat were highlights of his daily route. In truth, he was probably more familiar to the people of Stormwind City than his mistress was, and he relished that thought. It made him feel independent, despite the magical restrictions he lived under. For a familiar who was mute, Aveem certainly had plenty to say through his over the top gestures alone and the onlookers seemed to love every bit of it. Yes, even in times when the familiar showed his displeasure at something. How animated he could be and heard without a word said!

As he made his way past the orphanage, Aveem kept his eyes forward. He had a destination to reach, and much to his chagrin, the children tended to tug on him whenever they caught sight of him. He wasn’t a stretchy toy! How dare they not realize that. Even so, he offered a quick, polite wave when one of them spotted him and shouted, sending a small panic through the familiar, “Hey, it’s Aveem!”

The rising sound of excited voices and pounding footsteps was his cue to flee. In an instant, he blinked out of sight and reappeared around the next corner. Out of sight, out of mind. He’d make it up to the children with extra parlor tricks on the next proper visit, but today he had a job to do. And, if he was lucky, he might even find a few new boogers for his collection. People always left them under the pews of the Cathedral and that was where he was headed now to pick up a couple of books from Saedre’s friend and former pupil, Novalein Fairsun.

The boogers were for a little project of his and part of an ongoing competition with another familiar from his dimension. The goal was simple really. Who could collect samples from the most well-known individuals in their corner of the world and Aveem was certain he had one of Turaylon’s in his collection. It was the shiniest booger he’d ever seen!

There was always a method to Aveem’s madness, even if he kept it carefully hidden. He was certain that if his mistress ever discovered his secret collection, she would be absolutely horrified but a wager was a wager, and the winner would walk away with the location to a very special vault.

[starweavingwritings]

An Opportunity of Home

A small flash of arcane blue light, followed by a soft echoing pop brought forth the vertically challenged familiar, Aveem. Appearing in the comfortably lit office that belonged to his mistress who was seated at her desk pouring over reports and letters of inquiry from those seeking work within the Consortium to be later passed up the chain of command for review, Aveem dodged a tome the whizzed by, finding its proper placement among one of the many book cases the lined the walls in a half-circle. The office was usually a busy place given Saedre’s magic that she used to delegate certain tasks to keep everything in its proper place; today seemed particularly busy as she had been bouncing back and forth between tasks - rummaging through her catalogues; an expert at multitasking who would never complain for staying busy kept her mind off things she didn’t want to think about. 

Aveem carried some of Saedre’s mail and waited patiently with envelopes in hand for the sorceress to acknowledge him. He could have happily waited for hours, diligently completing any assigned task that was required of him. Finally, Saedre placed the scroll she had been reviewing down flatly upon the desk and turned her head to observe her familiar. A warm smile pressed upon her lips as she gently patted him on the head and retrieved her mail from him.

“Thank you, Aveem. Ever helpful as always,” Saedre said as she leaned back in her chair and began rifling through each piece of mail. Some were tossed aside and caught up in a swirl of arcane magic that took them to a specific bin - later to be reviewed, while others were placed upon her desk until one with a particularly familiar wax seal caught her eye. This one she kept in hand as she conjured the nearby letter opener to her hand and broke the seal. 

“Now, whatever could Lady Winthrope need?” A long brow arched quizzically as she unfolded the letter. Compared to her late sister and first headmistress to the Violet Bastion that Saedre had overseen after her passing - her sister Neile’s penmanship wasn’t the neatest but at least it was legible. The woman never cared much for anything proper of her station outside of adventuring with her ragtag group of friends, so it was to be expected. 

Aveem watched curiously at Saedre’s side, also wondering what was written within. He seemed to gain an extra burst of excitement in hearing the Winthrope name; how he adored the sisters. Bowing his head, he quietly pondered the late Koira Winthrope who had been dearly missed since her fall some years prior before turning his shimmering hues to Saedre, studying her expression as she read the letter. Expressions that shifted from curiosity, to the utmost concentration, to both brows drawn up in surprise - and then finally, a gentle sigh pushed past her lips as she straightened, hands folding with quiet grace atop the desk,  the letter resting front and center. 

“It seems Lady Winthrope is seeking to sell the estate and retire from status,” she finally said after what felt like an eternity of silence to Aveem who inched closer to Saedre, a clawed hand resting gently against the side of her chair. Unable to bite back a soft smirk that curled upon her lips, she exhaled sharply through her nostrils in humor, “I am honestly surprised it took her this long to do so. She never was one for that sort of station and when Koira was alive - well, Neile simply could do as she pleased while she handled the rest.”

Aveem blinked in surprise briefly before he’d nod his head in agreement. Finally, he pointed up to the desk where the letter was as if he were indicating he’d like to know more. It seemed a curiosity to the familiar that Neile had reached out with that news. After all, she could do as she pleased with her inheritance and it was of no business to them. 

Saedre blinked, glancing down at Aveem, then let out a quiet chuckle at his curiosity. Her shoulders eased, posture softening, and her gaze drifted back to the letter once more as she began, “I suppose she didn’t want us to worry about her, but she has presented an opportunity I am unsure if I should consider or not.”

Aveem gently tugged on Saedre’s silken robe, imploring her to spill more information. Something was happening that seemed like it may shift the world around them, he could sense it, and he had to know more! 

“Always one for a piping cup of tea, hm?” The sorceress grinned at her familiar. “Very well, I will stop dragging it out, Aveem. Lady Winthrope has offered the estate to me at a far lower value than what she would sell to the seeking public. I suppose… we could have a home all our own.”

Scratching his head, Aveem gestured around them as if in wonder as to what would happen to their relation here with the Consortium and being familiar faces on the property of the Raven’s Nest. Saedre could read her familiar well - such was the bond they shared after some millennia together. Very gently, the sorceress leaned over and patted his head once more in reassurance. 

“Do not fret. Nothing will change here,” she chuckled again, but there was a hidden uncertainty behind her gaze as she pondered returning to the estate. A place that held so many memories for her in the short time she headed operations of the Violet Bastion after the loss of its former headmistress. Aveem tilted his head in observation of that subtle shift in her gaze.

“While I can never say never, Aveem - I assure you that our work here with the Consortium is not only lucrative, but important. I dare say I am finally beginning to warm up to our colleagues more than I let on but you keep that between us,” she kept speaking as she sat upright again, fingers deftly lifting the letter from the desk, her silvery hues sweeping over its contents once more. 

“I have much to consider, but I would be lying to myself if I said it wouldn’t be nice to have a home of our own. Something more permanent and well… ours,” her gaze flicked briefly to the closed door of her office, then back again, watching a scroll move across the room to its proper resting place on another shelf. “Perhaps a portal network between the Raven’s Nest and the estate property in Elwynn could be effective. Given it isn’t too large of a distance, the network shouldn’t require much to maintain. Of course, I will need to speak with Shalla’Serra Ti’Vanelle first.”

“I don’t know. What do you think Aveem? Would you enjoy returning to the Winthrope Estate and making it permanent… our very own? I know the location isn’t quite ideal given the vast cultural difference here is in contrast to our own, but nothing is truly ever perfect.” 

Aveem pondered for a moment. His shining hues peering about the lively office. He knew it didn’t truly matter in the long run what his opinion was. He was here to serve, but even he seemed to indulge in the idea. There was a creative opportunity here he found irresistible. Finally, he looked back to Saedre and nodded. 

“Do me a favor,” she started, already penning a small letter back to Neile Winthrope. She was swift in a response that did not give an answer yet, but rather asked for a small period of time to consider the opportunity and that she was honored to be presented with it. “Deliver this response to her estate and try to gather an estimate as to how long she needs to have an answer as our coffers are not quite where I’d like them to be just yet.”

The familiar nodded, taking the letter he was just given and gave a flourishing bow. He was off, but not before a teasing remark came from Saedre’s lips that made him stop dead in his tracks, “You could even offer her a plushie from your vast collection as a gesture of good faith.”

Aveem looked at Saedre in shock. How dare she consider the notion! He snapped his head back and forth as a firm no. There were some things that were off limits for his mistress to consider even from him! 

Laughter spilled from Saedre’s lips, unstoppable, at his response, she knew perfectly well she’d been teasing. With a light wave to dismiss Aveem, she wiped at the tears that laughter had brought to her eyes. “Oh Aveem, I would never ask that of you. Now go, go. I will await your return.”

And just as quickly as the familiar appeared within the office the way he had come, Aveem had vanished in the same fashion as well, a look of relief on his features before he completely vanished. Anything but his plushies. They were not the subject of jest. Hmph!

[starweavingwritings]

A little folded note would be found for Saedre, tucked into her belongings. "You're just SO pretty, like starlight. So pretty I ran into a doorway, staring at you. Thought I'd let you know you made my day even if it kind of hurt! The one who has your tender touch is a lucky one! "

Saedre placed a hand to her forehead and winced lightly as she read further into the contents of the letter with no named sender or any way to send a letter in return. She could almost physically recall the feeling of running into something hard by not paying attention to where she was going, "Ouch. I hope they didn't run into it too hard."

With a little smirk, she handed off the note to Aveem and decided to try to make her familiar's day instead with a little fib, "Oh, how delightful! It looks like you have a nice little note."

Greedily taking the little note into his clawed hands, the familiar read it over a few times before squinting up at Saedre skeptically. Nice try.

Ty for note!

[starweavingwritings]

My friend suggested a Moo Deng inspired Aveem and now it has happened. XD