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Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on May 6, 2020 0:29:40 GMT -5
Being a natural witch, she had a good connection to The Forsaken Region of CLover, considering its expanse was the near entire southern border of the Witches' Forest. Cecile Iris du Ange was able to use her connections to her family within that forest to break free from Spade and make her way into CLover. Getting herself away from the Thieves' Guild was paramount at the moment. However, that was much easier said than performed, she was hunted, marked for death by the very people she used to work for. Ever since she came to the Clover Kingdom she had been harried by these people in dark cloaks trying to off her at any chance they got.
Today she found herself in Hage, the town with the massive three-eyed demon skull. A monument to a great battle from the past. How it got to be so big or befell a gruesome fate is beyond conjecture lost to the annals of time. It was wonderful to study material for scholars who wished to expose the true nature of mana beasts, or, rather, the true nature of whatever this monstrosity was. Cece was not one of those people, she was simply passing through today, looking for a means to an end, seeking refuge in one of the towns of Clover.
A base of operations was needed, and she was told to head for the Common Realm, it was the best bet for its centricity to the nation itself, and having more directions to run in. It was a sound strategy, she just needed to earn the money to get a broom to travel out there, and account for food on the way.
Her last encounter with Guild members resulted in pilfering purses of Yul, enough to get her some time in Hage, and even with a guest if she was so inclined, she normally wasn't, but, maybe today was the day she would meet someone new? A person she would be more than happy to lend her hands and wings to, being the fallen angel she was.
Flora of the Witches' Forest, Vice-Captain of the Blue Roses had, had a rough week. From the mountains of paperwork to the everyday issues with members and running a magic squad, the little witch was beat. Which is why today she had decided to take the day off.
"Now where should I go... oh, kuku, it doesn't matter much! As long as I'm not sitting in that dummy chair doing dummy paperwork!"
Flora sighed, then breathed in deeply. The cold air shocked her lungs and she smiled happily. Flying was one of Flora's favorite pastimes and almost nothing pleased her more than soaring above, in, and through the clouds. It was her own little slice of heaven and not even the cold of winds that blew at that altitude could deter her.
"Hmmm... kuku, I've been flying for a while now and I'm getting a little hungry. Let's seeee... kukuku, what's near me?"
Reaching out with her sensory, Flora tried to see if any villages happened to be nearby.
"Ah, there's some. Kuku, I'm fairly far out here in the Forsaken Region, kuku, so I'm sure there won't be any five star dining, kuku, but maybe I can find some very good down home, home made sweets, kuku!"
Turning her broomstick downward, Flora began her descent into the forest. As she approached the town, she began to recognize it.
"Ohhh, kuku, it's Hage. I remember. It's been a long time since I've been here, kuku. It's a nice place, though not very much to do. Kukuku, I remember this area when I was still doing my magic shows! Kuku, Magical Flora's Magical Magic Show! I used to bring in quite the crowds, kuku! Hmm... I wonder if I was still doing magic shows how rich and famous I would be by now, kuku.... I bet very. Probably even more so than if I had joined the magic knights, kuku! But this is good to. Most of the time. Kukuku, I don't want to do papers anymore. Someone else should have that job and I should just be able to give orders and do what I want, kuku!"
Flora tapped her chin.
"Kukuku, hmmm... maybe I can devise a way to get someone else to do the paperwork! They would have to be very competant though. I can't have someone doing a messy messy job and then it becomes my fault, kuku. I'll have to think about it further later, kuku, oh! After I eat!"
By now, Flora was nearing ground level. Moments later, she touched down and strached her legs.
"On ground at last, kuku! Now let's see what I can find to eat!"
Looking left, then right, Flora wandered into Hage looking and smelling for anything that looked sweet.
"Humu~ Humu~ these are as good as the rumors say~~~"
Meanwhile in Hage was yet another certain witch who had declared herself a sage. As for what she was doing...
*munch* *munch* *munch* *munch*
"Nihaha~ It's a little dry but with a little sauce we could really have something~ It's no candy~ but variety is the spice of life~ right~? ~right~?"
Sitting on a log by the village well somewhere in the village square, she was eating fried tatoes. A very large pile of them.
"Nihaha~ mister~ mister~ what's your secret~ there has to be some kind of secret spice right~?"
"They are just tatoes miss."
The moustached gentlemen said with a twinkle in his eye as he began frying the next batch.
"Niho~ so mysterious~"
"Hmhm."
Seren had heard the rumors of the mysterious tato stand man. (He wasn't very mysterious). He was the talk of junk food connoisseurs, of which, The Blue Roses had a surprising amount. It had all begun when while having a wing-wide sleep over, one of the girls from the poorer districts had brought them as her snack offering. She had originally been rather embarrassed about her 'meager' contribution to the high class fancy snacks that had been laid all around her, but they had proved an instant hit. It had been a pretty wild night as they chatted through all the hours until morning.
This event was how Seren had learned of their origin. She'd been a little peeved to have missed her opportunity to try one. Being a self-proclaimed sweets witch she had been hopelessly distracted and missed out. Now, Seren was rectifying the situation. They weren't really her style, but Seren got the hype, and was really enjoying herself.
"Nihaha~ Gee~ I sure am having a good time~ It'd be kind of funny to run into some other people and have a conversation or something~"
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on May 29, 2020 23:38:16 GMT -5
Witches were a funny bunch, weren't they? Whether they were born of the forest and raised with the intricate idiosyncrasies of strange laughs, avant-garde headgear, or they were born outside of the lands and simply shared odd behaviors and strange magics. between the trio of teeny witches, they were all about the town of Hage doing various things, whether it was hunting sweets, looking for someone to make conversation with (and that poor person would be talking to an adorable nutball and a half), and someone who was simply looking for a home as far from the Spade Kingdom as possible. Cecile would not find that refuge within this skull-bearing town, alas, she would need to search further toward the coast to be physically far from that place.
However, her mind was barreling through the possibilities, tossing about this way and that her options: Should she be as far from The Spade Kingdom as possible? No, no that would be too simple of a choice, they'd think to look there. If she hid here in the Forsaken Region, well that would be physically close, and surely the last place to look if The Guild desired to search for Cecile's location, but if it were the last place to look, someone would surely look their first like to find a set of missing keys. And she was quite the key player, not only did she have extraordinary healing prowess, she was able to call forth angelic heralds from on high, or, at least golems with an angelic nature to them. So that left the Common Region, but that too plagued the mind of the overthinking schemer. If she chose there, it would be like a beacon to say 'here I am, smack dab in the middle'. No matter how she looked at it, Cecile could not come up with any sort of concrete idea as to where to plot a plot of land to call her own.
It was during this introspective time and deep thinking, hand on her chin, the other clutching her hip, that her gaze was not cast upon where she was going, but instead at the ground and toward the metaphysical words and placement thereof which she was mulling over about in that noodle.
It was also during that time that she just so happened to bump in to one pointy-eared Seren! Stumbling back several steps, Cecile iris du Ange keeled over to her keister, thudding the ground with a series of blinks as she just collided with someone at random. "Oh! Apologies, I didn't mean to--that is, I didn't think I was going to--I should have been watching where I was walking!"
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Jul 6, 2020 2:00:19 GMT -5
When she had the chance to form her momentary encounter with another witch, she made some sort of a connection, witches could get a feel for each other. She was in a hurry, she was someone who needed to be somewhere else, anywhere that was not currently here. As she looked to the witch, she bowed her head down. "Do forgive me the intrusion upon thine person, for I am naught but a wanderer, seeking refuge of her own design."
She was rather busy, busy as a bee, inf act. She had to be elsewhere, anywhere that was not here. "I shall be on my way, so as to not sully the rays of sunshine with mine darkness obfuscating the gleam of the temperate nature of this fine day upon you any longer." She was certainly one to pontificate quite often. Though, this temporary meeting would be punctuated by her making a break for it.
In the distance, there were three figures with deep hoods, pulled over their faces, shadow magic obscuring their features to protect their anonymity. They were following her, but, today was not the day for a confrontation, she needed backup first, or a place to call home. Today, today was a good day to run!
