Chapter 14 Part 2

After Jasyn fades from her view, Heather chugs the rest of her leaf soup, otherwise known as Tea and rises from her seat. "We should get going. Leave them to it." She says to Haider. She looks up from straightening the ruffles in her dress to find her brother with his mind completely retreated into the background, making him unresponsive.

"By the Gods, every fucking time." She mutters, leaning over the table. She pulls up a sleeve and hovers her hand close to his cheek, measuring a few swings before committing with a full contact swing to the nuts. 

(Tia-Tia) She baited his instincts by pretending to hit him in the face. I think I like her.

It all happened so fast. Haider's body moved on its own, springing his arm up to protect his face. But with the shock of his testicles being smashed to smithereens, his brain came out of auto-pilot to cup his manhood and fall onto the floor in agony.

"Damn it." Haider exclaims, sucking in a stuttering breath. "Fuck you Heather!" He grimaces, clawing at the corner of the table to pull himself back to his feet.

Heather taps the back of her hand on Haider's shoulder. "Love you too. We need to get back to town, we got stuff to do." 

Haider looks up at her, his brow furrowed with fury. "I can't believe you just punched me in the nards. What could we possibly need to do on a Saturday?!" 

"It's Thursday, and since I've clearly got to remind your absent mind. The Mid Semester Lagger is supposed to be arriving today and the GM has appointed us to give them a show round." Heading for the front door of their brother's countryside home, Heather opens it, beckoning Haider to walk through it. "C'mon you sensitive testicle marsupial. Let's get a move on."

Haider waddles past her, giving his flattened ball sacks room to breathe, His shoulders hunched forward. "I'm being constantly abused by you. If you were a man I'd punch you right back." 

Heather scoffs with a smirk. "Stop being so damn dramatic." Skipping briskly to catch up to Haider, she wraps an arm around his shoulders. "Cmon, it's not like you're going to suddenly want kids ya homosexual son of a bitch."

"It still hurts. It's not always my fault. I zone out when I'm bored." Haider mopes.

"Maybe so. But if you keep doing it in class, the school may decide to expel you." Heather pinches his cheek with her free hand and the two leave The Capital Dimension of Loreafan.

A large hall falls into view, bespoke of the main chamber of an Adventurers Guild. A large portion of the far wall is covered in bits of paper either nailed or stuck to a board adorning it. Several groups and individuals are perusing them to take on a request written on them. Against the left wall is a large counter where employees of the establishment reside. Taking care of the necessities and duties of the guild.

A party sitting at a table near the Dimensional Door notices where they had arrived from and begin to murmur amongst themselves.

Haider shrugs her off him, brushing his button up as if it were dirty. "Please, I pay them a hefty tuition. Not to mention we increase their reputation as a school by being part of a royal lineage. Besides, if they do, Christopher will find out and I'm a little scared of what he might do." 

"Well in any case, that late arrival will be in the capital in a few hours and I want to get them a gift of some sort." Heather says, walking ahead of her brother as they exit the guild.

Haider scratches his uncovered abs as he yawns. "They're not a late arrival. By the gods Heather. They're here to study Dark Magic or something. That class doesn't even start until March. They're extremely early if anything."

"Dark Magic huh? What would be a good welcome gift for someone like that?" She ponders.

"I dunno. Probably something creepy like one of those disturbing shrunken heads in that shop on that sketchy street in the west district. Or maybe one of those fake novelty Undead Memorabilia some sick merchant thought would be a good business investment." Haider says mockingly.

"I know you're joking n all, but this is serious for me. I want to make a good first impression." Heather says in thought.

"You should probably punch them in the nuts. That always seems to get you off," Haider mutters to himself.

Heather rushes off to a food stall with excitement seeing a new item on the menu. "Hello sir." She says. "What's this?" She points to a fluffy layered pastry that seems to be inserted with a sweet confectionary. 

The man, seeing her gleeful expression, picks up one of the hot pastries with a metal utensil. He places it on a pile of thin paper and wraps it in a few layers at the bottom. "It's a dessert developed by a otherworlder. Their techniques are unusual so it took me over a year to learn it. They call it a Pain au Chocolat." He says, handing her the pastry.

"This looks delicious, how much do I owe you?" Heather asks, reaching for her purse.

"It's on the house. Please, enjoy." The baker says.

Heather's smile spreads wide as she thanks the man. Continuing their trip through town, Heather's gaze scans the stalls for anything new, scranning the pastry.

"Isn't the meeting place about an hour's walk from here? We should get going soon." Haider informs.

"It'll be fine. I can just have Willow fly us over there. Won't take long at all." She remarks.

"This isn't like the border town. Dragons aren't a common thing to see flying over the city. If they do, it's usually feral ones looking for their lunch." Haider reminds her.

(Tia-Tia) Seen a couple of ferals myself. Not a nice thing to see. For both the dragon and the people they hurt.

"Fine. Then I'll just hitch a ride on Simon and you can ride that Snow Fox that you're so fond of." Heather says with an irritated tone.

"Someone's pillow must have been lumpy." Haider sighs with exhaustion, already bored with his sister's foul mood this morning. "I thought you loved animals. You should know her name is Skift by now." 

"That thing is only a summon. It doesn't hold a candle to my free spirited babies." Heather boasts thoughtlessly.

"I guess punching me in the gonads wasn't enough for you, huh? Had to hit me where it would hurt the most." Haider begins to wear a frown, stopping in his tracks. "You must have thought the same thing about Hayle. Since he was such a 'lowly summon'. Screw you, Heather." His words catch in his throat, barely able to keep himself from sobbing with a shudder.

Heather notices his whimper, making her stop in her swagger. Looking behind her, she attempts to reconcile. "I didn't- Haider?" She searches to no avail, her brother seemingly disappearing like a gentle snowflake melting on the ground.

(Tia-Tia) I barely even noticed him vanishing either. Maybe I'm fixating on Heather a bit too much…No I shouldn't make this about me.

Tia-Tia gently phases their light into Heather's mind. Planting a thought into her head.

"I went too far, didn't I? I need to find him. Before anything happens to him." Heather says to herself.

(Tia-Tia) I still got it! Damn I'm good.

Heather sprints away, following the faint trail of Haider's mana with her Mana Sense. That strategy however turns sour as the mana mixes and warps with the large populus walking the main street of the district.

"He may be a bit dull. But my god is he good at hiding himself." Heather mutters to herself. "Shit." She looks down at the cobbles, grasping her hair in thought. "If I were my brother, where would I run off to." She looks up at the sky, still in thought as she crosses her arms under her breasts. "Ugh, I don't have the faintest idea where he'd run off to. He's never run off before."

(Tia-Tia) Well, fuck! What should she do now Tia-Tia, you sexy bitch.

In a spark of genius, Tia-Tia once again plants an idea into Heather's mind. One that is sure to work.

"Search his favourite place to visit? That's perfect! Go me!" Heather cheerfully says. "To the Gay Brothel! Oh wait. No. That's not it. Was it that Halfty Shop? No. I don't think so. Where would he go?!" She says with distress. "Haider! I'm sorry! Please come back! Where are you!?"

Panting, gasping for breath after running around town for hours, Heather finds herself bent over, one hand on her knee and the other propping herself up against the front window of a bouquet gift shop selling flower and edible bouquets.

"By the gods! *Huff, Huff* Damn I need something to drink." A glass of cold water shifts through a dimensional rip?! 

(Tia-Tia) When the Hel has she been able to summon shit with her thoughts! Can I do that? Please? Begging you, just materialise me a sexy hunk of a Narrator boyfriend, universe! … Damn it. Thought that might work.

(Dime) I ain't no errand boy, you pesky *REDACTED*.

(Tia-Tia) Argh! Who the fuck are you?! And how the fuck do you know about that!

(Dime) I am Dime. Also known as The God of Dimensions. Everyone knows what you Narrators are actually called. Christopher, Jasyn, and Haider have all brought up Wisps in the past. Use that light speed thought of yours to have a good glance at the entire document. Tia-Tia.

(Tia-Tia) Agh! How do you know my name! Are you a stalker?! Someone HELP! I'm being sexually violated! 

(Dime) Yup, You were right on the mark Tari, she's exhausting.