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Draim, Jak, Mini!!!

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Draim

Pen scratched lightly over paper, leaving a trail of ink behind it’s path. Draim watched only for a moment before making the next mark, he didn’t need to check back over this part. He had finished the work he was here to do some time ago, and was now catching up on some of his own. The final corrected ledger sat under a plate of half eaten freshly made cookies and Draim sat up straight in his chair at the kitchen table to stretch out his back. He didn’t mind this sort of work.

A sound pulled his attention away from the papers. Thunder rolling through the passing storm around them had caused one of the little ones to stir, and Draim looked over at the pile on the chair.

Cozy against the cold temperatures brought with the storm, was the Seacat family. Well, the corner of the Seacat family that Draim knew anyways. They were all piled together even though they had other places they could have laid around the living room. The kiddos, Celeste and Tello, were wrapped safely in their parents arms. Kel, their mother, gently squeezed Tello’s hand in her sleep to calm him from the rumble of the storms. It seemed he was sound asleep again. Meanwhile, Jak, their father, bore the weight of all the others piled on top of him while holding Celeste over his heart. How comfortable this arrangement truly was, was beyond the magicat’s knowledge, but they did look happy.

Draim carefully picked up another cookie from the plate, and held it by the edge with his teeth while he pulled the ledger back over to double check his work. Kel had suspected Jak was getting charged too much for the enchantments on his fleet, and during this rare time while a passing storm prevented them from leaving port as scheduled, Draim had visited to check for them. Her suspicions were correct, and Draim provided the correct estimates as well as contacts for each to resolve the discrepancies.

His corrections dotted the logs here and there, and once satisfied again after the quick look over, he placed the book back in it’s spot and finally enjoyed his cookie.

No, Draim didn’t mind this sort of work at all… and some day, he would miss it more than he ever thought possible.

Jak

The fading light and the increasing pressure on his lungs made Jak’s search more difficult as he descended down into the depths with the still sinking ship. He had gone diving with his mother since a young age, as was a Seacat tradition to do to adjust to their blessing of the sea, but this was much different. Ships born of the Seacat shipyards were gifted with a soul mark of their very own. They were alive in their own ways and this ship knew her fate. Her captain had abandoned her to conditions that could have been salvaged. This was only her third trip across the waves. Jak could feel this sorrow pressing on his chest, heavier than the water now around him. She was to be lost to the dark depths below, in exchange for the coin of twisted men on shore. It was unbearable.

It was with this feeling that Jak had leapt from the fleeing lifeboat with the heaviest of supply packs he could hold before the ship’s crew could grab him. Jak knew it was tradition to strike or salvage the mark, and this had not been done. It must be done!!

From the darkness below and with the fleeting light of the world above, Jak spotted a loose line from the top mast in the growing darkness. From the moment his hand caught the line, Jak could feel the cries from the heart of the ship. Catching a piece of her hull floating past and tucking it under his arm, Jak continued to search in the darkness. He passed below the deck, and further still until he saw it. Glowing as if a burning ember, the delicate lines of the ship’s soul mark. It almost looked like a flower.

With the piece of hull still under his arm, Jak reached down with both hands to reclaim the mark in hopes of transferring it. Somewhere in his mind he knew the level of skills needed for such a task were far beyond his own, but he knew in his heart he had to try. The soul mark flashed in response to his efforts, and the whole sea became as if made of fire.

The broiling water sent a torrent of bubbles rushing out around Jak’s hands and up past his face. A yell escaped him, along with the precious air he had been holding onto during his dive. The burning spread up his hands, to his arms, and a fear not wholly his own started to overtake him. Just as he was about to black out, a sudden wave of cold passed through both the body of the ship and his own frame.

Everything froze and became still. Peaceful in its state. A pair of hands gently pulled Jak away from the ship. The soul mark, which shone as a calm sun set in his fading vision, rested upon the board still tucked under his arm. Eventually, the darkness took him...

Jak woke up at his desk with a bit of a jolt. The pen leapt from his hand, skipped across the ledger and came to a rest beside the stack of logbooks in front of him. As if still stuck in the memory of his childhood, he looked down at his hands. Fingerless gloves still covered most of the markings left behind by the healers, and he opened and closed his hands to reassure himself once more that no lasting damage was done. It was just a distant memory. The Lily’s hull made a quiet murmur as the schooner gently glided over the waves, rolling the pen back across the desk towards him as she went. Jak let out a small chuckle to himself, what an odd time for such a memory, and caught the pen before it rolled away once more.

Behind his chair, above the windows looking out to the sea, sat a familiar ink drawing of the Lily's soul mark. In the lantern light the ink shimmered like that of a flower made of embers, burning bright once again.

Mini

An endless flight while being lost over the perpetual twilight of the wild mists was suddenly cut away by a sudden brightness and the sounds of rustling papers. Mini woke to the dawn’s light that managed to pierce the mists, the freshly made gaps in the trees, and the hole in the roof above her.

Mini blinked, and sort of remembered that she had plummeted from the sky. Something crunchy had broken her fall… so it was a roof? Way out here? Looking to the side, it became apparent she was resting on a faded red couch in some sort of a living space. If one could call this a living space by the amount of books, bottles and papers strewn across the place. Mini sat up, and noticed her arms were covered in bandages stained blue and sparkling in the light. The fall had reopened her wounds from the last job she was returning from… Who would bandage such a being as herself?

“Ah hah, finally you awake!” Said an overly chipper voice, as if an answer to her internal question. “Admiring your work, eh?”

Looking over to the source of the geeting, Mini focused on the figure that had seemingly emerged from a door hidden behind one of the piles of books. Had her trip exhausted her so much that she didn’t even notice this person approaching?

“Hello there~” Waved the tall Muln of grey fur with black stripes. They grinned with a child like glee, which seemed mismatched to their matured fashion of a vest and lab coat. In their hands was a tray of food. “Welcome to my labs! I am Graham Roo. You fell through my roof!”

“Oh.” Mini’s face flushed slightly, as she moved to get up. “My apologies, I-”

Graham stopped Mini’s movements by placing the tray of food on her lap as soon as she was sitting up. “No worries, no worries! My apologies for the bandages, I wasn’t sure what would stop your wounds.”

“Ah…” Mini looked from the hearty meal to her bandaged arms. She hadn’t seen such gestures in such a long time, yet she knew she would recover without both in time. It was slightly overwhelming to suddenly have both again. “Thank you, but these aren’t really necessary for me to-”

“Do they ever heal? Your wounds?” Graham asked, cutting Mini off again. Their voice remained calm, curious, and delighted to have a guest to be curious about. “I am guessing from surviving that fall, you're some sort of immortal, yeh? But you're covered in such marks! Does your family know how hurt you are?”

Mini was silent, did her fall undo some of her form? Was her true self showing through somehow? How the salt were they learning such things about her! Graham seemed amused by the face Mini made in reply, one that she could only guess was of alarmed confusion when looking back.

“Well, never mind! I won’t tell them. Do eat up, little immortal!” Graham smiled warmly and patted Mini on the head. “Even if you do not need food to live, it is great for the soul! We’ll figure out your wounds when you are done.”

With that, Graham Roo spun on their heel and vanished back through the book hidden door they had came in from. Mini sat there in mild shock for a moment. D-Did they just pat her head?! Mini shook herself to dismiss the mixed feelings of all of this. She would most likely be leaving as soon as she was able, back to answering those who called for help. But for right now… Mini picked up the soup from the tray.

What an odd individual to encounter, so deep within the wild mists.

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📂 - Draim and Mini!

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It's danger beans time \o/

1. Part of Mini’s job in the village is helping others who send in calls for aid. This being said, Mini WILL adopt a bean to be cared for by the village if she thinks they are in danger. She’ll adopt their whole family, if need be. Them big bean paws of hers can carry so many little beans.

2. If Draim pushes himself too far with magic, he can begin to let out rattle/rumbly wheezing sounds. Even possibly coughing out black smoke with embers. Once he has rested again, this goes away.

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( Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have )

So many!! ;w; Thank you!!

1. The magical spirits of the world have always seemed to have a fondness for Draim. They are often around him, even if not visible to the normal eye. Curious of what he is doing, and why. (When he was a tiny bean, he used to split his snacks to share with them.)

2. Veekay has sharp claws that can lock in place like a bat! This means if she can fly up or climb up somewhere, she can latch on… and just stay. There were some interesting trials and errors learning how to get her back down again over the years.

3. Mini can turn off her sense of taste. She doesn't need it and can go some time before remembering to restore it. She has forgotten this once or twice when cooking for others. (I'm so sorry, Veekay ;w; )

4. Seven is very light on his feet and can easily wiggle free of most people, places, and restraints. However, for some reason, he can never fully escape the grip Bruce can achieve on the back of his shirt that keeps him (some what) out of trouble.

5. Jak can love someone with all his heart but still be completely oblivious. His late wife actually proposed dating to him after they were friends for years and she still caught him a bit by surprise. It took several minutes for him to stop blushing and hiding his face to realize she was laughing so hard she was crying. They were married a year or two later.

6. Veekay loves books, but she often can’t read them yet! Thankfully, she’s got a village to help raise her and several ghostly friends who don’t mind late night story times while Mini is away.

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Doodling some more in the little book~

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Tiny Writing Times - Library Visit

(Because now I really wanted to write something seeing those really cool library pictures ;w; )

Grand libraries, they truly were a sight to see! Mini didn’t often find herself within them, or welcomed to do so even, but thankfully her current company was more approved of. Draim spoke with the person at the counter, helping fill out multiple small thin wooden blocks he had called Library Cards. The other two had already run off the moment Mini and Draim were distracted by the librarian at the desk.

Seven enjoyed his current disguise, with a bit of added magical help from Draim, and followed Veekay at his own pace through the library. She was easy enough to follow, even if disguised herself. The tiny pitter patter of her paws racing this way and that! How could someone so small be so excited for things she could barely lift without aid. 

Veekay was indeed very excited! Her feet could barely touch the ground as she zipped from side to side of rows upon rows of books! The covers! The smells! Such tall book shelves! Beyond those as well, the decorations built into the walls and ceilings! Such lamps!! Always behind her, although not always noticed, was Seven trailing along to keep an eye on her. To anyone else, they just looked like a child and their guardian on a stroll through the library. 

With the paper work all done, Draim offered one of the elaborate small blocks of wood to Mini. She took it and looked it over. Heavy markings and ink were carefully designed across it’s surfaces and a black string loop allowed for easy carrying. Draim had learned something interesting, which he shared as they began to walk in the direction Mini sensed the others. Apparently the grand libraries all worked together, and have done so since the disappearance of the Grand Library of Caltune back in Draim’s age. They all made copies of books now, and one pass worked for all locations. Mini wondered if this was why she got such a strange feeling from all of them.

Tiny paws reached, outstretched and gently patted at a book cover, a shelf too high for Veekay to reach. Although Seven was trailing her, he was also looking at the people and the valuables of the library… he wasn’t so much used to babysitting just yet. He did however feel a slight pull in his chest, and looked over towards where the pitter pattering had stopped. Past the tiny paws, a bigger one wearing finger-less gloves gently pulled the book from the shelf, and offered it to her. Veekay looked up, seeing a figure only she and one other could notice at the time, and happily took the book. Whispering a quiet thanks, she made her way back over to Seven to show him her find. 

Seven looked past Veekay, at the book row she had come from, and let out a little sigh. He warned that they shouldn’t be doing that here, and two sets of eyes stared back at him. Clearly they had noticed he was also doing something he shouldn’t be. Seven admits, he should have been paying better attention to Veekay and not the other more shiny things. Veekay smiles and offers him the book, before racing off again. 

Draim had collected a fine stack of books by the time he saw Veekay zip past. He took a smaller one from the pile and held it out. After a moment, the pitter patter returned and Veekay’s tiny paws patted the book. With her now caught, Draim led the group to the table where Mini was waiting. She had her own books, but did not seem to be reading them. Instead she had been watching over the group while staring at the pages. 

Veekay happily plopped down into a chair next to her mom and opened the book Draim had given her. After a moment, she scooted the book over some and seemed to settle in to listen… rather than read. 

Seven puffed a cheek out in annoyance at this, but sat down with his own book. Nothing he could do about it, lacking any magic and what not. However, his sour mood soon turned as he finally read the book he was given.

Seeing the Seacat enjoying a book about the sea, Veekay enjoying her book with her reading partner, and his own stack of research gathered, Draim sat down… and looked right at Mini staring at him. Was something wrong? 

Mini noticed his raised eyebrow and curious stare back, before she closed the book and slid it across the table to him. As he looked back at it, Mini got up from the table and announced it was her turn to roam. She was gone before Draim could look up. 

Even if he was now immortal, Draim struggled to understand other immortals sometimes. He shook his head to let it go, and set to reading his books.

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Some doodles to take my mind off things.

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Found this doodle within my story notes! ;w; Go my beans, go!