Hello, and welcome back to Watched! I'm not in class, you are.

You read the POV right, it's XISUMA TIME!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO

WC: ~800

Enjoy!

Grian woke up to sunlight streaming into the dirt hut. Mumbo was still asleep. Grian was an early riser in the Overworld, due to the fact that he was so used to darkness, it was hard to ignore light.

Grian crept out of the dirt hut in a similar way as he had the night before. The sun was just barely rising over the horizon. Orange, yellow, red. Grian smiled softly, then gave the dirt hut a good look.

Ack, Grian thought. It was a really ugly build, to come to think of it. It wasn't even symmetrical. Grian smiled again and looked around at the resources. I can make this work...

Grian took a step back and admired his work. He had given the poor little hut a base layer of cobblestone, a framework of logs, walls of wood, and a nice little pointed stone roof. It made the house bigger, better, and prettier. However, on the inside was still the little dirt hut. Mumbo was still sleeping, and Grian didn't do interior anyway.

I could smelt some sand for glass, Grian thought wistfully. Memories of all the Overworldian things were flooding back, countless lessons with them as to how everything worked.

"See, this is a crafting table," Taurtis explained. "If you arrange all the things on it like this... there you go! Three doors!" Taurtis held them like cards, as if he was a magician. 

"What am I going to do with three doors?" Grian asked.

"One for right now, then when that one gets broken by a zombie, you'll have the second! When someone takes the second, you'll have the third! Simple." Taurtis told Grian with a straight face. Grian nodded along, fascinated.

"Who steals doors?" Grian questioned, wrinkling his nose behind the mask. "Seems like a stupid thing to do." Taurtis shrugged.

"If the third door gets taken by another zombie, then you'll need someone else's," Taurtis said. "Sometimes ya just gotta steal, man." he shook his head dramatically.

"I see," Grian mumbled, rubbing his mask. Taurtis cocked his head at it.

"How can you see with that thing on?" Taurtis asked.

"Weird material. Exclusive to the Void. You can see out, but not in. Some nonsense about light rays and such," Grian told him. "I want to take it off, but I'm not sure how." Taurtis giggled.

"Here, let me see," Taurtis said, scooting over. "If I just..." He put his hands on Grian's face and fumbled around the edge of the mask. Click. "There you go! There's a sort of latch here... wow." Taurtis's explanation was cut off by realization.

"You have the prettiest violet eyes," Taurtis complimented. Grian blushed.

"Thank you," the Watcher mumbled. "Let me see the mask. I want to know how it works."

"You want to know how everything works," Taurtis teased, handing Grian the mask for him to inspect.

"I do," Grian said, messing with the mechanism. "And that's exactly what I intend to find out."

And Grian had tried. Him and Taurtis. Discovering new things every day. It was fascinating. And then it was all gone.

Grian's thoughts were cut off by the sound of footsteps. Grian turned around from the sand to see Xisuma slowly approaching. 

POV Shift: Xisuma

The Admin walked up to Grian, who appeared to be... gathering sand? Well, it is early season. Makes sense. The Watcher turned around, startling Xisuma with his violet eyes. Glancing around the clearing, Mumbo was nowhere in sight.

"Where's Mumbo?" Xisuma asked Grian.

"Still asleep," Grian responded, his voice calm. Neither cold nor excited. Just calm. Xisuma's eyes darted to the wooden house that sat nearby. It was actually really pretty.

"Did you two make that?" Xisuma pointed at the house. Grian shook his head.

"No, I woke up early and did it myself," he explained. "It could use some windows, don't you think?" Grian went back to shoveling sand, humming a tune under his breath.

"Xisuma?" A tired voice rang out in the valley. The Admin turned to see Mumbo emerging from the house.

"Hello Mumbo!" Xisuma said brightly. "Good sleep?" 

"About as good as you can get in a dirt hut," Mumbo muttered.

"It's not a dirt hut anymore!" Grian piped up. "Look what I did!" Mumbo turned around to see the house.

"Oh wow!" Mumbo laughed. "That's absolutely pants, Grian." Grian blinked slowly at him.

"Pants?" the Watcher asked, sending Xisuma and Mumbo into a fit of laughter.

"Don't ask," Xisuma said, feeling his guard go down. Remember who he is. Xisuma cleared his throat and stood up a bit straighter. "Anyways, Mumbo, I'll take him from here." Mumbo nodded, and Xisuma gestured at Grian to follow him. With a quick nod at Mumbo, Grian dashed after Xisuma.

"Ex-eye-zooma, right?" the Watcher asked.

"That'll work," Xisuma said with half a smile.

"Where are we going?" Grian said, staring out at the ocean. Xisuma hopped in a boat that he had brought and Grian followed.

"To meet the other Hermits."

Hear that? WE'RE GOING FOR SOME MORE HERMITS! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

Don't think that will be the last wholesome Taurtis flashback that gets ruined by reality.

-Storm