“Ow.”
Retvik rubbed the top of his head, checking to make sure that his head plate was in one piece. Once Retvik was satisfied that he hadn’t chipped anything, he turned around to face the thing he bumped his head on. Oddly enough, the door frame had taken more damage than Retvik had. But something was troubling him.
“You look annoyed!” Kuta smiled as he walked up. “Did you wake up on the wrong side of your bed?”
“No. I always get up from the right side of my bed…” Retvik grunted. “I just bumped my head on the door frame. I do not recall that happening before.”
“Banging your head on a door frame?” Kuta shrugged, leaning against the wall. “You were probably just half asleep. Anyway, your shift is starting soon. Litvir asked me to come get you.”
Retvik tutted, rubbing his head again, before ducking back into his personal quarters to grab some armour. “Something just feels… at odds with everything else. Something is different from what I am used to.”
Kuta stood by the door, watching Retvik rummage around in his closet. Several pieces of armour flew out behind Retvik, the Flamebearer clearly not liking his options. After a minute or so, Retvik settled with a red and gold armour set. As Retvik dressed himself though, Kuta noticed that something was off.
“Old gear?” Kuta asked as Retvik struggled to get his shoulder plates on.
“New armour, actually. But it feels too small.” Retvik continued to grunt in annoyance as he took off the shoulder plates and picked out another, larger set. “My neck ring feels too small as well.”
“Maybe you just grew?” Kuta suggested. “I mean, how tall are you? Back in… that place, you always seemed gigantic to me. But it was a simulation that I was creating.”
Retvik paused, then put on the rest of his armour. “I used to be 2.7m tall, the median of all Rethan heights. But out here… I am still growing?”
“Maybe?” Kuta grinned as he bounced away. “Should ask big boss Galyn. about it.”
As if on cue, Galyn passed by.
“Should ask me about what?” Galyn grumbled. “Is something wrong?”
Retvik shook his head. “No, nothing, ser.”
“Retvik thinks he is taller!” Kuta exclaimed, rather excitedly. “His armour doesn’t fit!”
Galyn eyed Retvik for a moment. “You do realize that I am always happy to answer any questions you have.”
Retvik sighed, then tutted. “What Kuta said is correct. My armour does not feel like it fits me. And I bashed my head on the door frame just now.“
“That may be because you have grown.”
“I am not imagining things?” Retvik blinked.
“If you were originally from a race of beings that never stop growing, that often carries over to god-hood,” Galyn explained. “Your original species is a race that never stops growing, yes?”
Retvik nodded. “We do not stop growing but become old and die long before we can grow to be gigantic.”
“That is mostly likely speeding up now, due to a mix up of your original DNA.”
“Oh…” Retvik trailed off. “Guess I should go and get some more armour, then…”
“After your shift, of course!” Kuta added.
Retvik glared at Kuta, then pulled the door shut behind him and headed down the corridor.
“He seems grumpy today,” Kuta frowned.
“It is understandable,” Galyn grunted. “I can see why ill-fitting armour would annoy someone. Anyway, do you not have work to do?”
Kuta blinked, then skipped off down the hallway. “Oh! Oops, I’d better get onto that!”