Aurelia
She took the napkin from Melita, her brow furrowing as she deciphered the hastily scrawled notes and crudely drawn symbols. The information, rudimentary as it was, offered a glimpse into the Void's vulnerabilities. "Air and gravity magic," she mused, a hint of intrigue in her voice, "I'll keep that in mind..."
"Don't you worry about me, Melita," she retorted with a confident grin, "I'm not planning on charging into the fray unprepared. But if those Void creatures are looking for a fight," she paused, a challenge in her eyes, "they'll find one."
To emphasize her point, a small flame flickered to life in her palm, its vibrant orange glow casting dancing shadows on the bar top. It danced and swirled, before she extinguished it with a flick of her wrist.
Aurelia turned and raised the shot glass, its contents sparkling in the tavern's dim light. "Thank you, for the drink," she said to Flora, a genuine smile playing on her lips. She tipped her head back and the warmth of the gin, a welcome contrast to the cool ocean breeze, spread through her. It was a comforting reminder of the simple pleasures she'd missed during her years in the Oerwoud. "Your offer... is tempting..."
Her gaze drifted around the tavern, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. The clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversation, the warmth of the hearth - it all tugged at a part of her that had been dormant for years.
"I could use a bit of normalcy," she confessed, her voice softening, "and a chance to be part of something, to contribute... even if it's just serving drinks. Who knows," she added with a mischievous smile, "maybe I'll even pick up some useful information along the way. The Hanged Man always did have a knack for attracting interesting clientele."
She met Flora's gaze, her own eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and resolve. "I'll do it. For a while, at least."
"Don't you worry about me, Melita," she retorted with a confident grin, "I'm not planning on charging into the fray unprepared. But if those Void creatures are looking for a fight," she paused, a challenge in her eyes, "they'll find one."
To emphasize her point, a small flame flickered to life in her palm, its vibrant orange glow casting dancing shadows on the bar top. It danced and swirled, before she extinguished it with a flick of her wrist.
Aurelia turned and raised the shot glass, its contents sparkling in the tavern's dim light. "Thank you, for the drink," she said to Flora, a genuine smile playing on her lips. She tipped her head back and the warmth of the gin, a welcome contrast to the cool ocean breeze, spread through her. It was a comforting reminder of the simple pleasures she'd missed during her years in the Oerwoud. "Your offer... is tempting..."
Her gaze drifted around the tavern, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. The clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversation, the warmth of the hearth - it all tugged at a part of her that had been dormant for years.
"I could use a bit of normalcy," she confessed, her voice softening, "and a chance to be part of something, to contribute... even if it's just serving drinks. Who knows," she added with a mischievous smile, "maybe I'll even pick up some useful information along the way. The Hanged Man always did have a knack for attracting interesting clientele."
She met Flora's gaze, her own eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and resolve. "I'll do it. For a while, at least."
looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue
with the warning to help me see myself clearer
with the warning to help me see myself clearer
