Your Familiars Convince You To Take A Break With Them [MM4A] [Comfort] [Cuddling] [Headpats]

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Was it truly necessary to buy so many of the damn things? You know that the scent of lavender makes me sneeze. Ah, what a pity.

Poor little raven can't even stand the smell of flowers. But yes, I'm afraid that one of the final requirements is a bundle of fresh-cut lavender. So you'll have to deal with it for, uh.

.. Oh. Hm? What are you- Oh, indeed.

It appears our dear mage has worked themselves into quite the nervous fit. As it looks to be the case, I haven't seen a magic flair like this in years, possibly decades. For Christ's sake, look at all of this.

Oh, I'm looking at it, else it's near impossible not to look at it. Everything is everywhere. I wish with all my being that I could say you were wrong, but by the diaries I have never seen such chaos outside of a battlefield.

You've never been to a tavern past midnight, I take it? Hm. Certainly none of the ones you frequent.

There are times I forget how sharp your tongue can be, but you never fail to remind me. A reminder every once in a while does you well, given how prone you are to flying too close to the sun. However, now is not the time to linger over that.

Right now, there are bigger issues at hand. Such as how close those levitating books are getting to the lit candles? Well, yes, those are quite a problem.

But my concerns lie mainly in the way that our dear mage's magic seems to be causing the floor to split in half. Not just the floors, it appears. The walls seem to be involved as well.

Walls, but they are. We need to put a stop to this. If there was one thing I didn't expect from today, it was to agree with you.

But in this case, I think it would be stupid not to. In most cases, it would be stupid not to agree with me, but that's not important right now. For now, let's focus on getting our mage back in their own head so their magic doesn't threaten to destroy the entire forest.

That would be quite unfortunate. I rather like our home here. Any suggestions, oh so clever wolf? Well, the simple solution would be to simply walk up to them and catch their attention so we could direct them back into reality.

That might work, but it would be risky given the chaotic state of the magic around us. Our mage could lose control of their magic, and we could easily be injured if that were to happen. Yes, and that's why you're going to do it.

Truly, what's your plan? You would just sacrifice me to the forces of wild magic like that, would you, Wolfie? Don't act so surprised.

You're the one of us who has wings. If there is to be a magic flair, you could touch better than I can. This is because I ate the last of the raspberry tarts yesterday, isn't it? Do you even have to ask? Of course it is.

Ugh, fine. If you'll finally quit being so huffy about it. I'll make no such promises.

You're impossible, you know that, yes? Thank you. I try to be.

Oh, shut up. Not until you do what needs to be done. Fine, fine.

I'm going. But if I get injured, you have to tend to my wounds. Fine, I can agree to that.

Now go. I can see the storm clouds forming above us, which is particularly troubling as I should be seeing the roof. Patience, Wolfie.

I'm going. Well, go faster. The rain will ruin the rug.

Ugh. You eat one tart, one, and you're punished for the rest of the week, I swear it. Ah! Good reflexes, dear Byrne.

Oh, shut up, won't you? Nah, I don't think I will. My dear mage, we've returned from the marketplace with everything you've asked.

Dear mage, did you hear me? Dear mage, did you hear me? We've returned and we brought the lavender with us, as well as some of the honey candies that you like.

Can you hear me, my dear? Nope. Who's got good reflexes now, Wolfie? Haha, you're so funny.

Thank you. I try my best. Hello, dear mage.

Good to see that you didn't panic while we were away. I swear we leave for only a few hours, a mere fraction of the day, and what do we come back to? Absolute chaos.

The house hasn't been this big of a mess since the Arby's tried to steal all the copper pots and pans last year. Raven is right, you know. Look at all of this.

The books are nearly tearing themselves apart. The candles are burnt nearly completely. There's even wax all over the ground.

My biggest surprise of all is how you haven't hurt yourself on any of the things you've sent floating throughout the house. If you were anyone else, I'm sure you would have that one of the jars crash down on your head hours before we would have returned. You're lucky that fortune blessed you so graciously.

Uh-uh-uh, no excuses. We specifically told you that there was no need to worry, and yet here we are. Come now, are you really so worried that we wouldn't get the right items? Yes, we know that you weren't worried about us.

We've been your familiars for so long that I would be hurt if you worried about giving us orders and us not being able to follow them. But that doesn't mean that your reason for all this panic isn't any less foolish. Genuinely, I don't understand why you're so worried about impressing the council when you're easily the most powerful mage that has come before them in generations.

Dearest above, you have both of us as familiars. Two familiars. No one had heard of such a thing before you came along.

Do you really think that the council has any reason to declare you unfit to be recognized as a full-fledged Mage of Storm? Raven has a point there, dear mage. Given your levels of skills and power, the council has no reason to deny you a formal title.

In fact, they'd be fools to do so. Your powers are invaluable to maintaining the balance of nature, and no one can ignore that. They should require no further evidence than everything you've already done.

You can create and destroy weather phenomena. You help to change the seasons. You have control over the skies above.

You don't need to create some basic potions or cast a mediocre spell. Your abilities speak for themselves. Ugh.

You know, dear mage, I can't begin to explain how frustrating it is to hear you talk so lowly of yourself. To us, it is merely common sense that you are a wonder to this world. Other people should recognize it as well, given how plainly evident your power is.

And yet here you stand, doubting yourself and what you're capable of. I swear to you, there is no reason to be so worried right now. We know.

And though we don't agree with your assessment of your skills, we still want to support you and do whatever it is necessary to ease your mind. However, putting so much stress on yourself will do you more harm than good. Exactly.

You're working yourself to exhaustion trying to prove your worth. Everyone already knows your skill and the practice you put into the craft. You have nothing to prove, not even to the council.

But if you keep working like this, you're not even going to be able to keep your eyes open during the assessment. Are you trying to joke right now? Because your punchline is falling quite flat with your audience.

An audience who is damn worried about you at this point, I might add. A great point, Wolfie. Our emotions are tied to your own, dear mage, for better or for worse.

It means whenever you wear yourself down like a dulled cracking blade. We feel the same way, of course. We aren't mad at you for this.

We became your familiars already knowing what it would entail. But it's impossible to deny the effects of feeling your panic, exhaustion and self-doubt. Haven't you noticed Wolfie's pacing at night? You know he paces when he is so worried they can't sleep.

It's not helped by the fact that he doesn't like falling asleep when you're not in the room with us. Of course, dear mage. You know that I hate the idea of being far from you and being unable to protect you.

Keeping you safe is part of my duty, as you're familiar. And it sets me on edge when I feel that I'm not doing my job properly. Not to mention how your ears twitch and your fangs grow.

It always gives you the worst headaches. It does, yes. Though, your own worried habits are just as bad, as all three of us have seen.

Your panic reaches a boil and you start to pluck your feathers out while you hum nervously. A worrying sight. Don't act like you don't have your own worrying habits, dear.

Just like you were doing when we came in. Your mind slips away from you and your magic goes with it. It makes for a wild danger that can lash out at any moment.

Yet, your mind is too far away to notice it. It makes my heart stop dead in my chest every time because. ..

Because I don't know what to do to help you. It's terrifying, honestly. Because it's never been this bad before.

It's usually once a season or so, when your responsibilities overwhelm you. We can handle it, if it only happens for a night or two. Every once in a while.

But this time it's been more than a week. And all three of us are far too worried to let it continue anymore. Our dear birdie is right.

None of us can continue this anymore. Least of all, you. Your eyes look so heavy and your shoulders weigh by the weight of the earth.

You need rest, dear mage. And you can't put it off any longer. Uh-uh-uh.

No arguments. You're going to put down your grimoire and step away from the workbench. This moment, my dear.

Because none of us can wait to rest anymore. Keep this memory in your mind. Because this is one of the few times I'm going to openly agree with Raven without making a joke at his expense.

But it's just as Raven said. You need a break. And so do we.

And there's no better way to find our energy than by sleeping together. Indeed. Keep this memory very well in mind.

Since I'm going to refrain from pointing out the less than polite implications of Wolf's words. Ignore him. Now, really, it's time for you to step away from your work.

There's days before the council show up, dear mage. Trust us. We have time.