Variks had been a visitor and resident long enough in the Nexus that he had gotten a small apartment with Katiri's help in the same building that Ben Solo resided in. He still spent a lot of time in his own universe, assisting Eliksni wanting to flee to House Light. But at least it was nice to know he had a place to go to call his own where he was relatively safe. Katiri and her fireteam were still valued allies and friends; bringing him any ether he needed and other supplies as well as news.
It was the Dawning back home among the humans of Earth and Katiri had recently brought over some cookies she had baked for him along with some tea that he liked. A small glittery decoration the warlock had made out of ice like stasis, hung from a lamp nearby. It was shaped like a snowflake and emitted small rainbows when light shone through it. Variks' apartment was small and simple. With a single bedroom and bathroom, a main living area and small kitchenette. The Judgement Scribe didn't have much in the way of furniture, but what he did have made a cozy space. A woven rug was on the floor in the living area along with a low table covered in books, a cozy chair and a lamp. A writing desk was in the corner with his journals and calligraphy supplies. One of the journals lay open and the pages were covered in flowing Eliksni script. A small table was by the kitchenette with a couple of chairs. The scent of chai tea filled the air as a pot sat steeping on the stove. Katiri had gotten him on that flavor in particular. It had a spicy taste that he enjoyed.
The knock on his door caused the Scribe to look up in surprise from the book he was reading. Perhaps it was Ben coming to visit. It was a good thing he had enough tea made to share. Variks unfolded his tall thin body from the chair and strode towards the door, leaving his spear leaning against the wall. Peeking one of his four eyes through the peep hole, he saw that it wasn't Ben, but a human that he didn't recognize. He wasn't good at recognizing age in humans, but he realized that this was a youngling. Not as young as a hatchling but not as mature as a full adult. How curious.
Warily, Variks hunched down low and cracked open the door, keeping most of his form hidden behind the door. "Yesss?" He uttered, clicking querulously.
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Date: 2021-12-30 05:36 am (UTC)It was the Dawning back home among the humans of Earth and Katiri had recently brought over some cookies she had baked for him along with some tea that he liked. A small glittery decoration the warlock had made out of ice like stasis, hung from a lamp nearby. It was shaped like a snowflake and emitted small rainbows when light shone through it. Variks' apartment was small and simple. With a single bedroom and bathroom, a main living area and small kitchenette. The Judgement Scribe didn't have much in the way of furniture, but what he did have made a cozy space. A woven rug was on the floor in the living area along with a low table covered in books, a cozy chair and a lamp. A writing desk was in the corner with his journals and calligraphy supplies. One of the journals lay open and the pages were covered in flowing Eliksni script. A small table was by the kitchenette with a couple of chairs. The scent of chai tea filled the air as a pot sat steeping on the stove. Katiri had gotten him on that flavor in particular. It had a spicy taste that he enjoyed.
The knock on his door caused the Scribe to look up in surprise from the book he was reading. Perhaps it was Ben coming to visit. It was a good thing he had enough tea made to share. Variks unfolded his tall thin body from the chair and strode towards the door, leaving his spear leaning against the wall. Peeking one of his four eyes through the peep hole, he saw that it wasn't Ben, but a human that he didn't recognize. He wasn't good at recognizing age in humans, but he realized that this was a youngling. Not as young as a hatchling but not as mature as a full adult. How curious.
Warily, Variks hunched down low and cracked open the door, keeping most of his form hidden behind the door. "Yesss?" He uttered, clicking querulously.