It was time to see his familiar. Umer had been having a trying time as of late. Though he was a great wizard of some fair renown for those in the know, there were always those attempting to make a name by besting Umer in some way. They tried to prove his theories wrong, they attempted to discredit him, they even went so far as to occasionally assault his workings in the world and the other planes. The behavior they displayed in trying to prove themselves was nothing if not completely infuriating. It was like having mosquitoes flying about your head in circles all the time, largely harmless, but vastly annoying.
The wizard had shed his formal robe for something more casual, since he was going to see Peppy, his familiar. He was dressed in a colorful purple and gold tabard with matching linen trousers, incredibly soft to the touch. He had magicked both into existence some years ago and put a binding spell upon them so that they would come when he so desired. The outfit complimented his short shorn red hair and green eyes, adding color to his otherwise pale flesh. One of the benefits of being a gifted magic user was the ability to alter his body to suit his purposes--decades ago he had gone from a frail book worm to a wide shouldered, lantern jawed man with muscle wrapped around his arms like tights cords, his stomach hard and lean, his eyes green eyes some how flinty and hard.
He threw open the door to Peppy's chamber without knocking or any sort of warning, looking at the three foot fey he called his own. "Peppy," the ingratiating nickname, "come to me. How has master's favorite pet been today?"
(('S alright. Shit happens.))
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