“Wait. What exactly are you doing with that?” Sherry’s face was covered in a look of mock horror as she stared at the scene before her. That’s not to say she wasn’t worried by what she saw. She was a little worried, but more than that, she found herself a little surprised.

“What does it look like I am doing? I am organizing your things,” the lindwyrm didn’t have to look up for Sherry to see the eye roll that accompanied the words. “You throw them in here without caring where they land, and it’s rather annoying to watch.”

If she weren’t so very big, she might look like a child playing with her toys, Sherry mused to herself, glad her thoughts were her own for the moment. Sherry was seated on the only chair in the room, turned slightly away from the paperwork on the desk. She had every intention of finishing up one or two things before heading back to the labs to drop the golem off. The trainee had been a bit worried that her weapon would find the last few minutes of her free time boring, but it appeared she had found something to do. That was almost more nerve-wracking than the thought of her bored. Unless of course…this was her bored. Oh, dear.

Armagnac was seated on the floor, her legs and tail sprawled out, taking up most of the free space. Standing, Sherry was certain the golem stood at least 6 and a half feet high. Having her in the room did a very good job of reminding the trainee just how small her room was. As for the weapon, well, she seemed to not notice how much space she was taking up. Her attention was centered on the cardboard box in front of her, on hand on its edge while the other was lost to view inside of it. Sherry could see that the lindwyrm had already removed two books from the box and placed them on the floor beside her. “There’s not enough stuff in there to organize.”

“There is always enough stuff to organize,” Armagnac said in an off-hand sort of way. She pulled something out of the box, holding it lightly between her claws. “Like this. What is this? You don’t need this.” The weapon gave light flick of her golem wrist, and Sherry’s rather new compact (full of foundation) flew across the room and landed in the waste bin with a clatter.

“Why would you do that? That thing was almost brand new! I bought it just before Christmas!” Sherry was on her feet.

“Yes, and you never wear it.” The lindwyrm was giving Sherry what had to be her best deadpan stare, while her tail twitched slightly. “It’s not necessary.”

Sherry sighed. “Ok. Fine,” she conceded, sitting back down. “I’ll just have to buy a new one sometime when you can’t stop me.”

“Such a waste,” Armagnac shook her head, her attention already back at the box.

Sherry tried to focus on her paperwork. It should have been easier to do, really. The first hour or so she’d had Armagnac up and walking around had actually been a bit fun. They’d spent the time at the training grounds, with Armagnac telling Sherry all the things she was doing wrong and trying to guide her into doing things right. If the lindwyrm was disappointed that sparring would not be on her list of activities, she didn’t show it. Sherry suspected the weapon was just as happy to be able to move of her own accord, even if for a brief time. Which was probably why Sherry just sat and watched the monster take everything out of her box of treasures.

After the compact came another book, which the wyrm placed with the other two. This was followed my Sherry’s favorite eye shadow, which lovingly joined the foundation in the trash. Along with her next favorite, and both tubes of mascara that she owned. Sherry was suddenly glad none of her jewelry was in that box. She had a strong suspicion it would end up trashed, too. At least some of it.

“What is this?” Armagnac was holding something thin, round and tan in her green clawed hand. “You’ve never said what it is.”

“A sand dollar. It’s the skeleton of some animal that lives in the sea.”

“Huh.” The wyrm looked at it for another moment. “And why do you have it?”

“I…don’t know. I just always have,” Sherry shrugged. “I’ve had it nearly as long as I can remember. Honestly, I’m surprised I still have it, considering everything this building has been through.” She’d lost most of her possessions at one time or another. She didn’t know why she’d brought the sand dollar with her in the first place, and the fact she still had it…well. It seemed a waste to trash it now.

Sherry let out a little sigh of relief when Armagnac seemed to agree with that idea. The lindwyrm placed the sand dollar gently on top of the books, then reached back into the box.

“And this? Why do you have this?” In her hand was a small glass vial, nothing too fancy, but pretty and with faceted sides. It vaguely reminded Sherry of a candle, what with the cap being amber colored glass. A cap that Armagnac was already pulling off so she could smell the contents, a small bit of liquid, a shade of amber just a hair lighter than the cap. “Smells like….spice and flowers.”

“That’s what it is. Cinnamon, cloves, lilac and lavender, or something. I like the tiny bottle, and it smells nice.” Sherry shrugged again.

“You don’t wear smelling oils.”

“I don’t have to wear it to like it.”

“Hrm.” Armagnac looked at it for a few long moments. Her hand utterly dwarfed it. The vial wasn’t more than two inches tall, and in the golem hands that held it, it looked even smaller. Then the lindwyrm shrugged, and placed the tiny bottle on the floor next to her. “And this one?” The next vial was glass, tinier than the first, and cylindrical. The cap on this one was red and plastic. Again, Armagnac was already pulling the cap off.

“Roses. I like the way it smells.”

Armagnac replaced the cap, her nose crinkling as she tilted the vial, examine the pink liquid inside. “It’s as useless as the make-up, you know.” She placed this vial next to her as well.

“And yet you don’t throw it away?” Sherry crossed her arms, trying to appear annoyed.

Golden eyes peered at her. “I find them less annoying.” The eyes moved, looking into the box again. “Besides, that book you read said some smells can help with sleep. You need that.”

Sherry was almost touched. She almost thought she heard concern in the weapon’s voice. She didn’t mention it, though. “They say that lavender helps with sleep.”

“Ah, yes. That was the one.” Armagnac pulled another vial out. Another pretty one, though made of a thick plastic. “That’s what this one is, if I recall correctly. Lavender oil?” The container itself was dark purple, and shaped like a crescent moon. There were also clear rhinestones glued to it. It was not nearly as pretty as the others, but Sherry had decided she liked the soft scent of it.

“Yes. Though I don’t think it actually helps with my problem. I just have to learn to deal with it or something.” The Life trainee waved her hand dismissively, turning back to her paperwork. She could feel Armagnac looking at her, though.

“Normally, I would agree,” she heard the lindwyrm continue talking, and continue rummaging. “But the results thus far have not been entirely desirable. It’s rather annoying actually.”

Sherry just rolled her eyes. Of course Armagnac was right, but they both knew there was not much to be done about her nightmares. They didn’t happen every night, after all, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Sherry shrugged, and focused on her papers. It was only a minute or two later she noticed the sounds of rummaging changed. “Oh, are you done?" It wasn't like Sherry had a whole lot in the box, after all. "You didn’t toss my pens out, did you?”

“Of course not. Those are useful. As are the notes on runic weapons. The tiny paper dinosaurs were not, so I crushed them and tossed them out.” The sounds of the weapon-in-a-golem standing accompanied her words. Sherry could feel her moving in the room, and hopefully she was putting the box back under the bed.

Sherry bit down a word of protest. She could make more dinosaurs, and Armagnac didn’t get to crush things every day. Instead, she finished up one line on a paper, then turned to see—

A tall lizard-like golem standing next to her bed. Pouring the contents of a dark purple moon shaped bottle onto Sherry’s pillow. “What are you doing?!” Sherry was on her feet, leaping and reaching and grabbing for the bottle before all of it could be emptied onto her pillow. “That’s going to smell for weeks and weeks.” It was almost overpowering in such a quantity.

“Yes.” Armagnac was grinning. Her now empty hand placed itself on Sherry’s head and ruffled her hair with affection. “That book said lavender in the pillow would help with sleep.” It was difficult for Sherry to know how much sarcasm lay behind that smile, though she knew there was some, probably a lot.

Sherry finished replacing the cap on the bottle, though it didn’t really need a cap anymore. Then she gave Armagnac her best scowl, though she was fairly certain the lindwyrm was not phased in the least, considering her hand didn’t move. “Weeks. It’s going to be too strong to sleep on for days, not to mention my hair is going to smell-“

“Oh, hush,” Armagnac waved off the complaints with her other hand. “I know what’s best for you. Come on. My time is almost up.” She sighed, lifted her hand off Sherry’s head, and then slowly turned toward the door.

“Oh. Right.” Sherry tossed the empty bottle onto her bed, then turned to grab her paperwork. She would let Armagnac have this one. The girl didn’t much time out of Sherry’s head (This was what? The second time ever?) so Sherry felt she could be lenient. Besides, she’d have to hear the trainee complain about the smell for days anyway.

Sherry sighed, made sure she had all of her papers, then moved to follow her weapon out the door.