Moving In
Open to anyone. Smut or wholesome, you pick. :) Don't have to match length.
Bazhra was very excited. He had been accepted as a Junior Warden to serve his home kingdom. He watched from the carriage window as the castle grew closer and closer until it was no longer visible as they had arrived. As he stepped out, he immediately called forth the wind to pull a breeze through the area. He reached out magically to the plants nearby and they immediately sat up taller and healthier. Some even bloomed. He smiled to the staff of the castle there to greet him and turned to thank the carriage driver for a lovely ride. He flicked a gold coin towards him and guided it to his hand with some small bursts of wind. He turned back to the staff from the castle and flicked another few coins to the approaching stable hands as he said, "thank you for the assistance, folks. If you can just get the trunks down, I'll make sure they get to my room." As he finished speaking, he pointed a finger down and motioned as if he was stirring something. A small, partially visible, tightly controlled, cyclone of air formed on the ground under his finger. He gestured for the stable hands to set the first trunk down there. They did so, but were surprised to witness the trunk settle onto the cyclone and levitate a foot off the ground. He smiled at the hands once more before turning to approach the Butler waiting to guide him to his new quarters. The levitating trunk started to slowly follow Bazhra, but left another small cyclone of air where the first one was, ready to receive another trunk. He approached the butler and nodded in response to his bow. He followed the butler to the base of a tower reached through a garden in the one of the castle courtyards. Bazhra slipped the butler a gold coin as he shook his hand and thanked him for his assistance. He stepped into the tower. After a quick tour of the tower, Bazhra returned to the entry chamber of the tower and directed the lazy train of trunks to various floors of the tower based on what they contained. He, with a few hand motions and whispered words, started adjusting the room to his likings. Plants were sprouting in bunches in the corners of the room. The furniture started to shift and reshape into more natural forms. The chairs and couch grew larger and, instead of fabric to cushion the seat, they became filled with the softest springiest moss. Bazhra grabbed a glass from a nearby serving table and took a seat. He plucked a few berries from the nearest plant and dropped them in the glass as it slowly filled with water from seemingly nowhere. He took a decent pull before setting the glass aside to examine the most recent trunk to arrive. He opened it and began to pull art and decorations from it to decorate the current room. The door to his tower was open for any visitors and the remaining few trunks that were slowly trundling along. He was hopping to use the sight of the trunks to draw visitors to himself. Easiest way to draw attention and meet new people was with a show.
