[i][/i][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/FC1Vfxq.png[/img][/center] [color=0072bc][b]Time: [/b][/color]Morning [color=0072bc][b]Location: [/b][/color]Roshmi [color=0072bc][b]Interactions:[/b][/color][@Potter][@Tae][@Inertia] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/o4yoa5q.png[/img][/center] [center][color=0072bc][h3] Summary of the Week [/h3][/color][/center] Malachi had spent much of the day after Terneus had left filling in the blanks for Rei and Corvina. Telling a bunch of humans, or most likely any species, that you had a hand in ripping them from their comfortable lives and bringing them into a war-torn dimension would not go over well. He decided to leave out the part where he had a large part in summoning them here. He explained to them the situation and what Aklenroth had been doing to their people, telling them that rebels had desperately summoned humans in hopes of helping them, due to the abilities humans have in this dimension. The only way to go home would be the DROMs which were probably destroyed or within Aklenroth's grasp, and that they'd have to defeat him probably in order to go home as he was lying and would kill any human that actually made their way into his lair. Malachi presumed he would anyway, figuring Aklenroth wouldn't take chances. Malachi had to leave out that he had personally probably summoned them and that he knew where the DROM was, otherwise they'd probably want to go home, rendering it all pointless. Deep down, he knew it was wrong to lie and manipulate them into helping, but so many had risked so much and so many lives were on the line. He had lost and risked much as well; the mission was all that mattered to him at the moment, so he buried his pesky feelings of guilt for now. Kenia ended up taking them to her father's home in Roshmi. It had been a while since he stayed in such a lavish home, so he expressed gratitude to the father immediately. He understood the risk he was taking by taking humans in and still helped them. Kenia left them for some time so he decided to give Rei and Corvina some time to themselves while staying nearby if they needed him. When Kenia returned, she brought them elven ear-tips, which was a blessing. Going outside would raise a lot less questions since Kenia and him were also elves. She had brought them some clothes as well. Malachi decided to trust Kenia at this point. Though, he'd probably buy them some more clothes. No way would he let them recycle the same few pairs of clothes. They had the humans train during the week. Kenia didn't seem to understand that they needed to learn fast. There wasn't time to dilly-dally. He had to pressure them to keep them motivated. However, it became more than that. Malachi found himself always looking out for them, making sure they were well looked after. It was a nostalgic feeling that he was trying to shove back to the place it came. People were usually temporary in his life and he had enough of love and loss. Kenia's father, Nym, also kept trying to push interactions between the two. Malachi found it amusing and went along with it, joking with her since it seemed to bother her. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/o4yoa5q.png[/img][/center] [center][color=0072bc][h3] Present [/h3][/color][/center] [color=0072bc]"Humans. Let me acquaint you with your new friends."[/color] Malachi had placed a mop in Corvina's hand and a broom in Rei's. [color=0072bc]"We're guests here. The least you can do is clean up after yourselves. The floor up on the second floor needs mopping and someone left crumbs all over the kitchen floor. I don't care which of you. Just clean it. Use your hair instead of the mop if it suits you. "[/color] Corvina and Rei were probably used to him being a bit too upfront and also too stingy with keeping things clean. He was also used to them being sassy little shits so he decided to explain further ahead of time. [color=0072bc]"I am also aware training will begin soon. Even more reason for you to make haste."[/color] If either of them tried to mock him and repeat what he said, he had a few retorts prepared. He turned to leave them to it, but ended up turning back to look at them once more sternly, [color=0072bc]"Make sure it's spotless."[/color] The sound of a female voice had made him freeze in his tracks. He would shush the two humans if they proceeded to talk over it, curious to the noise. The tone was melancholic and haunting. There was grief in her sound but it was beautiful in its own way. His heart lurched as images of his wife flashed in his mind. Her voice that he thought he'd forgotten serenaded him in his mind, layering itself over Kenia's. Blurry images of a beautiful brunette singing to the baby in the crib, brushing her hair back to smile at him as she noticed him watching. Though the lullaby his wife had sung had a more cheerful tune, it was hard to hear it any other way now. The heavy emotion in her lamentation felt like a manifestation of what was buried deep within his heart. He shook his head, moving out of the reverie. It was best he reburied these feelings. [color=0072bc][i]Not today, emotions. [/i][/color] Malachi glared over at the humans, making sure they weren't distracted as he moved after the sound. It had to be Kenia singing. It honestly shocked him such a lovely sound could come from someone so argumentative. He found himself rushing to get to her for some reason he didn't want to figure out. He finally found her looking at a family painting as she lamented in her song, presuming she hadn't noticed him join her. Malachi moved to stand beside her and moved his glance over it. The blonde in the picture was clearly Kenia. He could put two and two together and figure that the babes were the offspring of her and the male. The portrait was old. It had been a long time, but it seemed to have held up well regardless. The hallway seemed to be filled with portraits of elves, many dated as well. Kenia and him were more similar than he would have thought. The two of them had been alone a very long time and suffered their losses. She had her father still with her and he felt grateful for that. Losing children was a cut that no amount of years would heal. He knew that from experience. Malachi touched her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He wasn't really sure how to comfort her, but he wanted to. It was probably the most he had ever touched anyone all week. His expression was softer than usual as he said, [color=0072bc]"They're beautiful."[/color]