Through the open door Jonas stepped carefully. He was wearing his normal clothing, gray tunic and black linen pants, and his own pair of brown work boots. Draped over him was his trademark blue cloak, the hood of which was not atop his head, and his hat was not present today. He peered at the dust and rubble of the house, quirking a brow at the remnants the long-gone previous tenants left behind.

"Why not..." he mused in a soft and delicate voice, "just get up the cash to buy ourselves something that's not so..." scrambling to find the words, he continued hesitantly, "...in need of repair?"

He stepped to Dameon's side, looking up at the cobwebs, and then giving a look to the broken furnature scattered about, folding his arms under his cloak, shaking his head. "I mean, honestly....Miss Lerida or someone at the bar might be able to point us in the right direction of something less....less....dilapidated."

Jonas gave his mentor an unamused look, narrowing his eyes slightly. "I didn't mean we should ask for hand-outs. I'm just saying we could spend a little money and move in straight away, and worry about new furniture and decorum, rather than have to worry about making it livable to begin with."

He sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this fight, and frankly not really caring. He was willing to help, as always. After all, this would be his home too.

Remaining in the center of the room, he spied the dust and cobwebs one last time, shaking his head in slight disdain. "Well, can I dust' I can dust. It's probably the first thing that needs done." He nodded matter-of-factly, arching his back to stretch a little bit before bringing his hands out from under his cloak, extending them before himself, interlacing his fingers to give his knuckles a little crack. With that, he steadied his hands in the air, giving Dameon a minute to confirm or object.

Jonas nodded. "As quick as I can, Dameon." He bowed his head, closing his eyes, extending his arms to the side a bit, a small gust of wind blowing in through the front door, upsetting some of the dust on the walls and windows near it, and Jonas breathed a heavy sigh.

A few seconds later, another larger gust made it's way through, sending dust a little farther inward from the entrance, shuffling around a broken chair near the door. The gust subsided, and the dust settled about halfway through the room.

Jonas faced the door, eyes still closed, and slowly extending his arms out in front of him. A small hesitation. He paused, taking a deep breath and throwing his arms back behind him quickly.

Upon this action, a torrent of wind began ripping it's way through the front door and windows, sending dust from the room to the back of the room, and sending the furniture flying into the back wall as well. The windows at the back of the room flew open to allow the wind through, and the dust made it's exit out of them, following the wind out into the distance as it travelled through the house and out the back, billowing out of eyeshot.

The wind subsided, and the furniture settled. The dust from the windows was mostly gone, but some still caked-on dust remained, that would have to be cleaned by hand. He opened his eyes, and looked about at the dust and cobweb-free room, smiling happily. "Well, it's a start I guess."

Jonas watched Dameon break apart the broken chair, and shook his head, sighing almost disgustedly. "You know, we might have been able to repair that." He straightened his cloak that has been windblown from his 'dusting,' and folded his arms under his cloak again, walking over to Dameon by the fireplace.

"But I guess maybe we should just get all new furniture, huh?" He mused, tilting his head, his innocent grin returning to his child-like face. "So, let's go ahead and break all this stuff up, and then we can finish cleaning the windows and get some new tables, chairs, sofas, and whatever else we'll need." He yawned a bit, tired from the expending of magic he'd just used, mostly due to the amount of energy he'd expended the night before in entertaining Miss Lerida in the alley with a night-time magic show.

"But....we could just grab our things from Firebird Keep and bring them here....I mean, it's not like we're going to be doing anything else in that realm anyway. We're back home in RhyDin now. I could simply portal back and forth between here and the Keep and bring it all like that." He tilted his head, quirking a brow at the simplicity of his own plan. "Then all we have to do is clean the windows. Then we can hit the bar and get some drinks and social time."

Jonas smiled, nodding. "Then I will get ready to start transporting things here. I'll just portal them out front of the house, then we can carry everything in and juxtapose it as we need." He folded his arms tightly over his chest, bowing his head and closing his eyes.

As he did this, a black shadow began swirling beneath him, eminating a small cloud of black smoke around it. Slowly and silently, he sank into the shadow, until the top of his head could no longer be seen beneath it. Once Jonas was gone, the portal swirled shut, leaving nothing but floor behind.

This was indeed going to be a fruitful endeavor. A welcome homecoming to the place where his adventures began all those years ago, with the best friend who has been with him through everything. The battles, the wars, the love and the loss as they travelled to other realms in search of adventure after their reluctant departure from RhyDin. None of it seemed to matter anymore. They were home, and it felt like the other travels were merely a dream.

Jonas' adventures with Dameon could begin again, and vice-versa. There's truly no place like home.

((End))