[ strange little pieces of happenstance! all paths cross eventually and tie together at the nexus of life, and it was only a matter of time before Veldora would be on his way home while Furina was puttering about
he's changed into his 'civilian' clothes, as the maid costume is work property--a long-sleeved button up shirt and a pair of cargo pants, oddly ordinary for someone who calls himself a dragon, and he breezes into the house like he owns the place--for while he does not own the place, he is welcomed here! as a tenant! residency!
so it's strange that there are two unfamiliar magical sources in the house--not terribly strange, Lady Rose entertains many friends and guests, and Veldora swears he knows one of the energies, but the other one is... divine. an angel, perhaps, if not a bespoke deity of somekind--odd, but not too strange for a man that comes from such a magical world.
what is odd is that the aura gets stronger the closer he gets to his room--and what's oddest of all is that there's a tiny woman standing in his room, pawing at his books, setting down a pair of volumes that'd Veldora had been searching for restlessly for a week now, and it's a flare of draconic temper that takes him--and puts his voice to the loudest decibel of an authoritative tone as he draws to the full breadth of his height behind her. ]
You must not be much of a god to busy yourself with petty thievery of another man's possessions! 'tis quite a level of audacity you comport yourself with! I should strike you down where you stand!
[ ... 'cause it doesn't matter that she's tiny. Milim is tiny and it's suicidal to disregard her. Veldora is a himbo, not an idiot. ]
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he's changed into his 'civilian' clothes, as the maid costume is work property--a long-sleeved button up shirt and a pair of cargo pants, oddly ordinary for someone who calls himself a dragon, and he breezes into the house like he owns the place--for while he does not own the place, he is welcomed here! as a tenant! residency!
so it's strange that there are two unfamiliar magical sources in the house--not terribly strange, Lady Rose entertains many friends and guests, and Veldora swears he knows one of the energies, but the other one is... divine. an angel, perhaps, if not a bespoke deity of somekind--odd, but not too strange for a man that comes from such a magical world.
what is odd is that the aura gets stronger the closer he gets to his room--and what's oddest of all is that there's a tiny woman standing in his room, pawing at his books, setting down a pair of volumes that'd Veldora had been searching for restlessly for a week now, and it's a flare of draconic temper that takes him--and puts his voice to the loudest decibel of an authoritative tone as he draws to the full breadth of his height behind her. ]
You must not be much of a god to busy yourself with petty thievery of another man's possessions! 'tis quite a level of audacity you comport yourself with! I should strike you down where you stand!
[ ... 'cause it doesn't matter that she's tiny. Milim is tiny and it's suicidal to disregard her. Veldora is a himbo, not an idiot. ]