Renny stood in front of the sliding glass doors, a cup of hot coffee held between her hands as she stared out at Rhychard as he went through his meditation exercises. She wasn’t sure what was truly involved when he sent his conscious mind into the sword, even though he had told her all about the Brintohar. Having only been a part of this aspect of Rhychard’s life for a short time, she had plenty she needed to catch up on.
Taking a sip of her coffee, she turned and walked over to the kitchen table. Pux and Drimzie sat in the middle of the table, legs crossed in front of them as they split a long slice of bacon. Pyke was perched in front of the television watching reruns of Happy Days, while Fist hid in the kitchen cupboard that Renny set up for them. The gnomes were a quirky bunch, but they were growing on her.