The early mornings slowly peaked through the window of Maisie’s room, coating her skin with a light gold hue. She winced at first before slowly opening her eyes. The elf then sat up and rubbed her face, looking around the room as she did. Hide was no longer there, leaving her alone. Then, the scent of something sweet cooking reached her nose, which in turn made her stomach grumble. She finally got out of bed and walked out of the room, her bare feet padding across the room as she did, alerting those in the kitchen next to the bedroom. Upon entering, she found her group seated around a small table, eating away at the pancakes. Conan was by the stove, flipping pancakes. Maisie looked at the man a little longer, taking in his beauty.
“Close your mouth while you’re staring.” Hide joked. Maisie snapped out of her dazed state and sent a glare at Hide, who was quick to shut up. The elf then turned her attention back on Cona, who was now looking at her with a grin. Then it kicked in. Maisie noticed she wasn’t wearing her cloak and immediately reached to cover her ears. Her action was met with a soft laugh from Conan.
“I know you’re a Fairwood elf.” He said. Hearing this, Maisie dropped her hands and played it cool. She then looked over to Kalthona, who was busy scuffing down the pancakes on her plate. Their night ended with Maisie getting no closer to finding out Kalthona’s problem with her magic and instead watching the flame mage train. After standing around for a second longer, she took the only available seat, which was next to Lyon.
Just her luck.
Lyon wasn’t too pleased with the situation either, huffing and puffing like a child. Maisie huffed too, matching his energy. Conan then placed a plate of pancakes in front of the elf, and she began to dig in, making sure to pour it over the pancake. Conan switched off the stove, then pulled over the stool from the corner of the kitchen towards the table with his own plate in hand. And like that, they continued eating, discussing their route here and there.
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Sabre Soul Guild
“They haven’t contacted us.” Scarlet complained drunkenly. Lloyd patted the woman’s back as he made himself comfortable on the stool. The team had been gone for almost a week, and they had not written a single letter to the guild. The blonde woman wailed. She was beyond drunk, and her crying started to get to the rest of the guild. So, without a word, Lloyd placed his hand over Scarlet’s mouth, and the sound from her cries ceased. She continued crying with no sound. Lloyd then turned towards the bartender.
“Have you seen Isaiah?” He asked.
“The master is in his office with a guest.” The ginger-haired male replied.
Back at Isaiah’s office, the guild master stood before his desk and in front of a woman, who was dressed in a pink Georgian-style dress with a massive, white curled wig on her head. Her purple eyes stared into Isaiah’s green ones.
Jeanne Dubois. The guild master of the Floral Renaissance.
“You’ve received the letter from the Gold State and Myan Empire, no?” She asked. Isaiah nodded before rubbing his face, stressed.
“I know the sultana isn’t going to take no for answers. There are already reports of her coming down here as we speak.”
“Oh no,poor you.” Jeanne mocked her before laughing behind her fan. “What do you plan to do?” She then asked. Isaiah shrugged.
“Me and the guild are going to secretly relocate. I’m not going to fight her if I decline her again.” He stated.
“Ummm. Anyway, have you heard back from your group?” She then asked
“They were in Takabetsu last time I heard. We received reports from Hide’s sister’s guild. That was three days ago.” He replied.
“Are you not worried?” Isaiah shook his head.
“They’ll be fine. They’re always fine.”
”If you have nothing on your mind, then walk with me.” Jeanne said.
”Why?” The man asked, cocking his eyebrow. Jeanne looked at him with a serious expression.
”The magic council.”