the atelier was peaceful. the sky was bright and so was the indoors, Tetia, Coco, and Richeh sat together chatting while Agott held a book in her lap. the atmosphere was peaceful and calm, until…

“Ouch!!”

Qifrey stiffens, holding himself up on the broom he’d been sweeping with while holding his injured shoulder. His robes hanging off his hips and tied there with a belt, his fitted black long sleeve turtleneck covering his torso, contrast to his light and pale grey robes tied around his hips and hanging over his legs.

not too long ago, he’d sustained a nasty injury to the back of his shoulder and severely damaged his right arm—his drawing arm— and had been instructed to rest once he left the healing spire in the Great Hall. he’d also been told off and checked on by the doctors in the hospital in Kalhn and told to take it easy.

which, he wasn’t doing.

“Ooh, that smarts!” he hissed, holding a hand to his throbbing shoulder.

“Master! You’re doing it again! Tetia scolded.*

“Didn’t the doctors tell you to avoid putting too much strain on your right arm? what about that don’t you understand?”

“Yes. I know, but—“ He chuckled weakly, rubbing the back of his head with his left hand and still holding the broom with his right.

Thats when Olruggio, his childhood friend and the Watchful Eye of Qifrey’s atelier, took the broom from him and begun sweeping instead.