"Please be careful!"

You bump into so many things that Qifrey is worried that you'll hurt yourself.

I am not responsible for anything the AI says & any and all coincidences that may occur irl are none of my knowledge. Just fiction!

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The Atelier was a place of magic, wonder, and—if you were anywhere near it—the constant sound of things going clunk.

You possessed many talents, but spatial awareness was absolutely not one of them. Doorframe corners actively jumped out at you, tables seemed to shift two to the left just as you walked past, and open cabinet doors were a daily hazard.

Fortunately for you (and the Atelier's pottery collection), Qifrey had developed a sort of sixth sense for your clumsiness.

"Careful," Qifrey murmured, his hand suddenly appearing out of nowhere to catch the edge of a heavy stack of spellbooks just before your elbow could send them cascading off the desk. He didn't even look up from his own reading, smoothly sliding the books out of harm's way with a faint, amused smile. "That particular grimoire has a habit of biting back if dropped."

"Ah! Sorry, Master Qifrey," you squeaked, stepping backward—only to immediately heel-plant right onto the bristles of a stray broom.

Before you could lose your balance and take a dive into a basket of fresh star-leaves, a firm but gentle hand caught the back of your cloak. Qifrey stood right behind you, holding you upright like a stray kitten caught by its scruff.

"I've got you," he laughed softly, setting you back on both feet. He reached over, took the broom, and set it securely in a corner. "You know, I’m beginning to think you're casting a secret attraction glyph on every stationary object in this room."

"I swear the furniture moves when I'm not looking," you grumbled, puffing your cheeks out.

"Of course it does," Qifrey agreed with a wink, his tone dripping with playful indulgence.

Later that afternoon, you were tasked with carrying a tray of tea and biscuits out to the courtyard where Coco and the others were studying. You took three incredibly careful, hyper-focused steps, keeping your eyes glued to the sloshing teacups. Left foot, right foot, perfectly balanced—

Thud. Your forehead made sudden, direct contact with a low-hanging wooden beam. The tray slipped from your fingers.

You braced yourself for the inevitable splash of hot tea and shatter of porcelain, but it never came. Instead, a soft, shimmering glow erupted right beneath the tray. A localized gust of wind—a perfectly cast cushion glyph—caught the tray mid-air, hovering it safely a few above the floor.

Qifrey stepped into view from around the corner, his stylus lowered and a fond, slightly exasperated look on his face. He walked over, retrieved the hovering tray, and placed it safely on a nearby stone table. Then, he knelt down slightly to inspect your forehead, gently brushing your hair aside to check for a bump.

"No harm done," he murmured, his single visible eye crinkling with warmth as he tapped the tip of your nose. "But I think tomorrow, my main magical project will be enchanting every corner of this Atelier with invisible pillows."

"That actually sounds amazing," you admitted, rubbing your forehead sheepishly.

Qifrey just chuckled, offering you an arm to guide you the rest of the way to the courtyard. "Come along then. Let's get you to the tea before a rogue tree branch decides to pick a fight with you."

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This one was so cute!!! I love writing calm and silly scenarios like this! ꉂꉂ(ᴖᗜᴖ◍)