(ON HIATUS) To Reminisce [A Watcher/Hermitcraft Fanfiction]

[Chapter Two] + Announcement

I realized i should probably at tws

Tw: mention of self harm, homesickness (i think that's it?)

ALSO, VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END!

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Flying is fun was a severe understatement. Flying was absolutely amazing, the elated feeling of being in the air unmatched by any other experience. Except of course, petting Jellie. There was no more enjoyable experience than being with the gray tabby.

Despite this, Scar enjoyed flying. What he didn't quite enjoy as much was being tackled by a speeding pesky-bird mid-flight.

Which, unfortunately, happened. The two fell rather ungracefully into the lake below.

"Aww- my wings are all messed up now." Grian was standing up knee-deep in the water, his wings spread out behind him and drooping dejectedly. Water dripped off of his disheveled feathers, as well as mud and a tiny bit of blood.

Scar stood up and stared at him blankly, still processing what exactly had just happened.

"Never fear, Scar is here! We'll have you patched up in no time." Was his delayed response.

Grian's withering glare was anything but believing, but he let the shapeshifter "patch up" his wings without much of a fuss.

"So, why exactly were you zooming through the skies? I know it's fun, but you should look where you're going next time." He chuckled softly.

"Uhhh- I was trying to get to Pearl's but-" He suddenly paused and slapped his forehead. "Gah! I should've taken the Nether Roof."

"That you should. Here I was, simply flying, and quite gracefully may I add, when all of a sudden Grian Air Lines is crashing into me!"

Grian was not amused. "I told you it was an accident." He crossed his arms and looked behind his shoulder. "Are you done?"

"Almost."

After what took much longer than "almost" should have, Scar stepped back and allowed Grian to examine his wings.

"Huh." He flexed them. "You did pretty good. Do you always carry bandages around?" [ahh incorrect grammar, it hurts my heart]

"I'm always prepared for everything." Knowing Scar, Grian couldn't figure out if it was true or not.

"Time to see if I can fly with this mess."

"Mess!? I graciously offered you my services for free, even after you crashed into me, and now you're calling it a mess?"

"Yeah well uh- thanks a lot, gotta go. Uhm- Here's some coal!" The black substance appeared in his hand and he threw it at Scar. "It's probably left over from my tea party. Don't ask. Thanks again, bye!"

He took off, leaving a rather confused Scar in the lake. "Wait- You had a tea party without me?"

"It wasn't that much fun. Actually, it was to die for. See ya!" And he was gone.

"That was pretty weird, don't you agree, chat?" The streamer quickly took off as well, flapping his greenish and ridiculously large goblin ears to do so. Despite being able to shapeshift any sort of wings he desired, he had shifted the ears and insisted he was part goblin ever since meeting Fwhip.

It surprised no one, actually, since it was a fairly Scar thing to do.

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Chromia was a pretty place. Colorful buildings made up the empire, along with an abundance of named llamas for some reason? There was a Nether portal disguised as a stone arch with large, dark pink and teal vines growing on it, as well as a tavern run by a llama. Again, what was with the llamas?