The will of the universe

The human took Freya to the living room. There was a double door that went directly into it from the kitchen. The couch turned bed occupied most of the space. Other pieces of furniture like an armchair and a coffee table had been pushed to the side to make room for it. It would be hard to imagine Abee, who looked flimsy as a stick, moving everything. But they must have. They had even drawn the courtains, since there was a big window that faced the front of the house

"No problem. I sent my uncle a message. Uh, Ezrael, so he will know you're here in the morning. He always gets up before me, um, especially when Abee is here..." He said, scratching the back of his head and blushing a little. "So I guess... see you tomorrow?. You can grab anything edible from the kitchen, just tell us what you ate or drank later so we know what's up." Maybe it was overly naive to leave people alone in the bottom floor like this. Since the rest of the bedroom were upstairs, except for another guest bedroom that wasn't occupied. But either they knew something she didn't, or they were choosing to trust her anyway. "G'night." He left her alone and went upstairs, taking out his phone as he did. Then there was the sound of a door opening, hushed voices, a little squeak, the door closing. Silence.
 
Freya happily followed as they made their way into the living room. The couch turned bed was much nicer than some of the other places she'd slept in her life, so she couldn't complain. She was a bit surprised at how much work seemed to have gone into setting the bed up, and a part of her felt she didn't deserve it. She was grateful for the fact that Abee and Klaus had gone to as much trouble as they had for her, and she would repay their kindness if she got the opportunity.

She nodded, and gave a small chuckle at the comment about waking up late. "Understandable." She replied "Have a good night, see you tomorrow. I will keep that in mind." She called. One could have called her overly trusting at accepting a room in a stranger's house. It could have something to do with how durable she was, or the magic she knew, or maybe she just refused to let mistrust form. As it was, once Abee and Klaus had retreated to another room, she flopped onto the sofa-bed stomach first. She covered herself, and after a bit of shifting to get comfortable, fell asleep.

Luckily it was a quiet night for her, absent any disturbing dreams to wake her before the morning. When morning did come, she was up not long after dawn. She sat up in the bed, stretched her arms above her head, and yawned before looking around and listening for signs that any of the others in the house were up and about.
 
There was no sound coming from upstairs at all and there would not be for some time. Ezrael had been with Estraven down in the basement, and he had woken up to a faceful of fluffy white fur before the massive cervitaur accidentally shoved him off his own bed. He had checked his phone to find Klaus' messages about their guest, and left Estraven to sleep in. He'd wake up on his own time and was likely to get back through the tunnels anyway.

He came up to the kitchen, dressed in pyjamas and a robe, to start the coffee machine and rummage through the pantry while he thought about what to make for himself, their guest and the kids for breakfast. They didn't have class today, so they could sleep in. Perhaps a stir fry, with beans, mushrooms and black pudding?.
 
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Since she was using someone's living room as a place to spend the night, she'd slept in her clothes. She was more worried about making others uncomfortable, than any embarrassment of her own in that regard. While waiting for the others to be up and about, she used a bit of magic to clean herself up. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough to be presentable to others.

She was in the middle of making up the bed when she started hearing sounds from the kitchen. "Sounds like somebody else is up." She said quietly to herself before she finished making up the bed. She wasn't sure if it would be needed for another night or not, but she didn't want to leave it a mess either way.

After she finished with the bed, she headed for the kitchen. She tried to be quiet, but claws made that difficult on any harder surface. She also wasn't as good at walking around quietly as she'd like to think. Ezrael likely had ample warning before she entered the kitchen. "Good morning." She greeted quietly, though her tones were cheerful. "I'm Freya." She introduced herself, hoping it wasn't too much of a surprise.
 
He did, in fact, hear her moving about a lot sooner than he saw or smelled her. She didn't smell bad, but most monsters had keen noses. She did smell lizard-y and a lot like magic. Both checked out when she finally walked in.

Ezrael was a tall man with his black hair collected in long, very thin braids that went down past his shoulders. His skin was dark, and his unnaturally bright blue eyes stood out, just like Abee's had. They were a dead giveaway that he was involved with magic, and to anyone that could feel it he gave off a strong aura. Power dripped off of him, like he was just a vessel that could barely contain it. He was wearing a robe and a simple striped pyjamas underneath. He was barefoot, and he looked like he had just rolled out of bed. But his gaze was sharp. He hummed softly.

"Good morning, Freya, you can call me Ezra." He said, with the voice of a man from his thirties to forties. He sounded a lot younger than his presence felt. "How does a stir fry for breakfast sound?" He added, the corners of his mouth tilting up in a warm smile.
 
Freya was almost taken aback by Ezrael's aura. She hadn't felt one as strong as his since she'd left the aerie of her youth. She recovered quickly enough that it would have taken a keen eye to notice she'd been thrown off at all. She tried to stay out of the way as she took in the familial resemblances. If it weren't for his aura, she never would have believed he was as old as Abee had claimed.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ezra." She replied with a smile. "Sounds like it could be tasty." She answered his question on breakfast. "Thank you for fixing breakfast." She added. "Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked, not wanting to give the impression that she expected to be waited on.
 
Since she was polite enough to offer, Ezra hummed and put her to work. He told her where stuff was in the kitchen, where she could find it. Then gave her small tasks. Chop this, fetch that. In little time, there were sausages, mushrooms and black pudding sizzling in a pan while the bread toasted and Freya opened a can of beans.

"The rest won't be up for a while yet, and they know they can toast bread and reheat the food." He said. "So grab a plate and let's eat while we chat some more, hm? I'm sure you have lots of questions. And I know Klaus doesn't enjoy having his brain picked." He chuckled, serving himself a few things. A couple of sausages here, black pudding there, some beans, some toast...
 
Freya already felt like she had been imposing, so she was thrilled to be taken up on her offer to help. She may not have been the best assistant, but she was fairly competent. Her tail may have been a tripping hazard though.

In the end, they managed to make breakfast. Freya got a little bit of everything for herself before sitting down. She nodded at the assumption that she had a lot of questions. She did indeed have a lot of questions. The hard part was trying to decide which ones to ask first. "I was told you're quite good with magic." She started. "Good enough to alter time, and that you're a thousand years old." These weren't really questions yet. "How long have you been on this world?" There was her first question. Maybe not the one either of them would have expected, but that's what came out first. "Do you know what may have brought me here from another?" She asked these questions before taking a few bites from her plate to give Ezra a chance to answer.
 
He maneuvered around her tail like he was used to living around people with extra or non human appendages. So they were both alright in the end and breakfast was a small success.

He let her speak her mind and start asking, but he also took his time to answer. In no hurry, he buttered a piece of toast and put a bit of sausage and mushroom on it. He chewed slowly, and he smiled softly once he was done.

"I am old, indeed. I couldn't tell you in... exact terms how long I've been on this world in particular. There has been a lot of back and forth, time-wise. And in the beginning It was a lot more frantic and less organized." He said, having the decency to look sheepish. "Somewhere between 534 and 546 years, accounting for my timestream jumps." He told her. "Your second question is a bit trickier. There's millions of reasons that people can hop dimensions accidentally. What were you doing?" He asked, eating a bit more.
 
"That's been some time then." Freya mused when Ezra revealed how long he'd been on the world. She took a few bites from her breakfast. She was not particularly dainty about eating, but she did at least use the utensils provided. She paused a moment to gather her thoughts when he asked what she'd been doing when she'd been transported to this world. The problem with that was that she wasn't exactly sure when it had happened. "I was having a drink with a friend, Sirenhead, at a bar on another world." She started. "I'm not exactly sure when the shift happened. I just know that I stepped out into that city on this world, and Sirenhead was not with me anymore." She explained, pointing in the general direction of the city as she did. "I don't know if he was shifted here with me or not, and it's a little worrying." She admitted, and that worry was evident in her voice.

"Did you have something similar happen?" She asked. "Or did you come to this world on purpose?"
 
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