Raz walked into Irri’s house, her family off doing productive things or attending to their training. The two of them had yet to actually accomplish anything toward their goals as far as a specific skill set went. They had both gotten back from a week long adventure the day before which consisted of them accidentally wandering into a nest of Wadani, leaving them both with cuts and bruises. One particularly nasty one had formed right above Raz’s eyebrow and had left him dazed for several minutes. He was currently covered in bandages and felt that he was pulling them off rather well. The females love scars, right?Because of his height he had to bend over to get through the door without banging his head again. Luckily he wasn’t too tall to fit into the room itself, however he had to watch out for anything hanging from the ceiling, annoyingly enough. “Irri?” He voice rumbled out of his throat, filling the empty room and going down the hallway to the other rooms in the domicile. “Irri, ya’ home?” He carefully swerved around the various pieces of equipment and furniture strewn about the place as he made his way to Irri’s room. “Iiiiiirriiiii! Come out, come out wherever you are!”
They had played this game when they were young, when Irri had been especially upset about something that happened. She would hide somewhere and not come out. Some days Raz would find her in seconds, in some random little niche in her bedroom and just sit there with her until she was ready to come out. Other days, when finally got off whatever punishment had been issued to her, she would celebrate by hiding in the house and trying to get the better of Raz by sneaking up on him. The problem was, as they grew up, and Raz hit his growth spurt she stopped being able to tackle him to the ground. It was like a fly hitting a tree.
A smile spread across his face at the memory and anticipation of a potential attack. He loved how couldn’t budge him if he didn’t want to be budged. A lot of the times he would scoop her up in his arms just to show that he could, even though it pissed her off to no end. He could only smile at her flailing and squirming. She didn’t realize what it meant to him, to be able to protect her with all of his strength. Him being able to hold her on his own strength meant that he could keep her safe from anything. And that’s what families are for.
Raz slowly pushed open the door to Irri’s bedroom, rounding the corner with caution and knocking at the same time to let her know he was there. “Irri?” he said slowly. Intonation showing whether he was unsure if she was there.
