Who: Kelchek and Susie
When: Morning
Where: Kelchek's Water Bungalow
What: A morning check up.

Kelchek had given up on staying in bed just a few minutes before the first rays of the sun made their appearance for the day. He watched the sun slowly rise over the horizon revealing a light blanket of snow that covered his new residence and decided against a morning jog when he realized that it it was everywhere. Cold tempuratures had never bothered him, but snow had a strange way of always penetrating his natural barrier of warmth whenever it got into his shoes. I'll have to find somewhere to get a pair of boots soon, he thought to himself not looking forward to the snow staying for much longer. and herbs. Definitely herbs. He knew that there was more then likely chance of a running nose or sore throat that would need soothing. But nothing major. He knew the consequences of revealing his healing magics to others all to well. Having nothing better to do he started to search though his loft style bungalow to take a mental stock of everything that he had, and to find everything that he would need to get.

He found a small pad of paper along with a pen on the end table in the living room. Living Room He wrote on the pad revealing his elven elegance. He slowly scanned the room, pointing to each item in it with his pen. "Candles" he said aloud as he wrote it on the list. Finding nothing else of need he moved in to the kitchen. He placed the pad on the counter and grabbed an orange from the basket of fruit on the counter. FOOD He wrote in big letters under the kitchen section after going though the cupboards and fridge, which were mostly empty. He had the basic utensils for cooking, and to his surprise some mint leaves. He grabbed out a small pan and filled it with water to heat for a mint tea.

He moved on into the bed room and reached under his pillow for the little black book. "Right where I left you." He whispered softly opening the book to the section entitled herbs. He carefully chose the ones that he knew he needed for the most common of healings, nothing that would give away his knowledge or lead one to think that he was a healer. Placing the book back under his pillow he looked at the end table that he had avoided looking at until now. Picture Frame. He took a deep breath and centered himself before he could write the last item on his list. He still held to much pain for his loss of Matt. He sat there for a few minutes just staring at his list forcing himself not to lose it again, completely forgetting about the water that was sure to be boiling by now.

Who: James and Kalchek
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Helicharis area
What: Guess some of the young ones must be grumpy today :(

James wasn’t claiming to be some sort of social butterfly. However, the therianthrope had seemed to vanish after the group altercation with Dante. Not because he was afraid to go out or anything, he just only went out when he couldn’t get his dad to do the shopping anymore. On the downside, he wasn’t making new friends. On the upside, he was starting to get along with his father. Instead of ignoring him by staying upstairs and having silent dinners, James stayed downstairs and tried hard to find common ground.

But of course, they still had those sour moments and fights that actually led James feeling inspired to get fresh air. Today was one of those days. Leaving to go no place in particular, James set out to let the cool air ease his hot head. Of course, along with him came his pack of cigarettes and his favorite lighter which only sparked now when he lit it. "It figures." No, it wasn't his first cigarette at all. He was probably on about his fourth and only about twenty or so minutes into his walk, roaming around in zig zags and other various unstable patterns.

Not realizing it was more than likely he could refill his zippo lighter, he threw his lighter into the distance with a numerous amount of curse words attached. R.I.P lighter.

There was a few minutes of silence and James began to run off towards where he threw the lighter. How idiotic. James was attached to that thing like a kid to a teddy bear or blanket. It was like finding a needle in a haystack and luck seemed to not be in his favor. Right when he saw the a glint that he was certain was his lighter, James ran head on into someone. They were pretty solid in comparison to himself, so he fell back a little. Thanks to the run in, he didn't see the lighter anymore.

"Hey great. Thanks a lot! 'Cus of you I lost sight of my lighter!" False accusation to the max, but it just came out.

Who: Kelckek, Theora, and Open
When: Morning,
Where: Water Bungalows
What: A very eventful Birthday... Maybe...

The early sun filled the room with the graceful pinks and yellows of morning as Kelchek opened his eyes to the new day. "Hhuhhh." He sighed with relief, thankful to have woken up. His muscles still ached as Zane said they would, but he managed to sit up with little trouble. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes with his short brown hair all a mess, his facial hair wild and scruffy, and his body hunched over in discomfort. At least he was no longer tired, although he was sure he looked it as he nearly fell off of the full sized bed in an attempt to straighten his posture. He had never liked slouching, or the awkwardness that came with this pain. Grace and poise had always been a part of him.

He slowly scanned the room. So this is my room... He hardly believed himself. My house. Lost in his thoughts he sat there dazed, trying to find something that seemed even vaguely like his, something that felt like home. He found nothing. This room was no more his than anyones. He turned his head away from the foreign room and back to the pillow, his pillow? He eyes caught sight of a small note left on the end table.

"BED REST"

"Whatever." Kelchek scoffed, unsure whether or not to take it seriously. Zane had been more than helpful and kind, but he always viewed "doctor" as an acquired taste. A taste that he hadn't acquired. Let's see how well this works. He slowly placed his feet firmly against the chilled wooden floor and applied enough pressure to test his knees for stability. So far so good. He managed to stand, but left one hand on the bed for support. Taking his first few steps was a little bit more than shaky, but it soon became easier.

( He wanted to leave this unfamiliar place, leave and run back home to his small apartment in New York. )

Who Kelckek, Adela, and Susie. (Also Open if anyone is interested.)
When Mid Afternoon-ish.
Where Water Bungalow, then lake Alata'elen.
What Kelchek wakes up after his nearly eight month coma.

Nightmares of his last few minutes of consciousness plagued Kelchek’s mind. All too real were the images of that battle field just as their party reached the Balkan Mountains. Watching his newly found Elven friends die one by one as they tried to make their way to safety. He could still feel their pain as his own, until the explosion- a bright flash of red and yellow, then black. Emptiness was all that he could feel slowly consuming him, filling his thoughts and his lungs with nothing. He was suffocating.

“Donovan!” Kelchek shot up out of his nearly eight month coma yelling for the only other person left in their traveling party- his brother. His muscles ached from being immobile. “O, Où suis-je?” Wh, Where am I? He could feel the soreness of his throat as he quickly scanned the room; plain walls, wood floor, a few vases with different foliage, and windows, large windows with a view of the lake. Relief started to spread though his body knowing that water was so close to him. If only the woods were right there as well, he thought to himself knowing he was most comfortable in the woods or in water.

Using the end table he cautiously eased his way out of the all too comfortable bed. He looked at his feet in an attempt to stable himself and as he took his first unsteady step his arm knocked a small box off the shelf and unto the floor. His eyes started to water as he looked at its contents before him, a crystal pendant, a picture and a little black book. Kelchek kneeled down and grabbed the pendant necklace, its brilliance intensified by his tan chest as he placed it around his neck. He slid the black book under his pillow wanting to keep its contents of healing knowledge secret. Then he reached for the picture. Crinkled and a little torn, this picture meant more to him than anything.

He could no longer keep the tears back as he held the picture of his human lover, Matthew. Pain and remorse filled him as their final moments together filled his mind. Setting the picture on the end table Kelchek rushed to the window, projecting his emotions into the clear water that surrounded his new home, but not even that could help subside the pain he was feeling. "Pourquoi?" Why? But he was no longer alone. He could feel someone else’s energy behind him.