The next day things went by smoothly. Although I still couldn’t find Lola at least I had a reason now. Her guild was forcing her to help supervise a promotional hunt for some C-rank members. With that in mind, I went and found Posy instead. She was a girl… And she dressed like one too… That was about as much as I thought about it honestly. Sure white light was a little ways away, but it wasn’t too hard to get there and back, especially since she took us back on a horse, turns out all three of us fit on just one…
At any rate, Having Posy come along was definitely the right move. Not only could she use the calming miracle to help Mochi feel more comfortable, but they also had very similar styles, although it was certainly hard to tell at first.
Mochi showed basically no interest in anything and was fine wearing everything. If I had brought Lola, no doubt she would have ended up in some skimpy outfit or another because of that…
“How does that feel.” She asked as Mochi walked out of the changing area.
“Hm…” She pulled at the tight fabric around her arms from the suit that covered her body like a second skin under her clothes which consisted of knee-length loos leather pants and a simple short-cut tank top which posy probably just added on top to make her feel less awkward. “I like it…” She said softly closing her hand a few times and tapping her against the ground.
“It’s cute, but I have to say it’s not what I was expecting.”
Posy glanced at me for a moment before looking back at Mochi. “It wouldn’t make sense for her to wear clothes like mine if that’s what you're thinking.”
‘I mean…’ “Why not though?”
“You probably wouldn’t get it, but clerics, mages, fighters… They all tend to have their own style even outside of combat. Not only that, but I’m pretty sure she would hate wearing a dress. She’s the type that needs to feel the clothes on her to know they are there. Despite her strong divinity, she comes across as more of an assassin type, especially if she’s only ever cast one miracle.”
Mochi walked back in to try on a few more similar sets as we talked, being helped by one of the staff members of the store.
“How’d you figure all that out?”
She turned and looked at me directly for a moment. “Do you want the extensive list or the summarized version?”
‘What…’ “You’ve known her for like an hour and a half…”
She glanced away slowly scratching her cheek. “That… Didn’t really answer the question…” She muttered timidly.
“Right… I guess, the extensive list then.” ‘I mean… Even for her, there has to be a limit to her observations right?’ “Keep it just to reasons behind the sumptions we discussed though, not all the observations you made.”
Her eyes quickly moved back and forth a few times at inconsistent intervals. “Alright. I’ll try…” She took a deep breath. “The fact that she isn’t visibly bothered by being seen in revealing clothes shows that she has been desensitized, likely due to forced circumstances, given her situation. Someone with that history would likely prefer modest clothes, regardless of how expressive they would be about it. Her saying she liked it, instead of saying “It’s fine” like with all the others implies this to be true. Also note she said she liked it while messing with the body suit, not the clothes, and not looking at the mirror, implying she was referring to the feeling, not the look. Furthermore, someone like her most likely values practicality, and would want something easy to put on that is plain and simple. She has probably never owned anything for herself, so it would be too big an adjustment to give her something fancy right away or something difficult to put on by herself, which would only further dampen her sense of independence. The calluses on her hands suggest she uses daggers quite frequently, so she would naturally feel uncomfortable wearing anything with fabric that moved around, thinking it might get in the way or accidentally be cut, regardless of whether or not she is actually holding daggers at the given moment. She also appears to be rather unconfident in her own physical appearance, because when we began talking about clothes and appearance she immediately compared herself to you and me, not verbally, but I recognized the pattern of eye movement.”
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I stared at her blankly, instantly forgetting half of what she just said. ‘How does she talk like that without stumbling over her own words…’ “Uhm… Right…” ‘She put more thought into this than I put into enchanting my gear…’ “And the reason we aren’t buying shoes is that because she’s an earth mage, or because she’s a halfling. I know earth magic too, but I don’t feel like I’m any better when I’m not wearing my boots.”
She shook her head and just before she opened her mouth I quickly covered it with a finger.
“Ah! The sumerized version this time… Please…”
She scowled sliding my hand away. “It’s because she’s a halfling, even if one of her parents was human she’s basically full blooded halfling, which means her feet are tough enough she won’t need shoes, and she has almost like a sixth sense when connected to the earth, although, unlike us dwarves, hers will be limited to earth, and not metal.”
‘Interesting…’ “I’m guessing that’s why it’s easier for certain species to learn said magic?”
“That’s right. Think of it like a mermaid learning water magic. Although on the same concept, it would be very difficult for a mermaid to learn fire magic.”
‘Makes sense… Maybe being human isn’t bad after all, sure I have no natural affinity, but that’s probably why I was able to learn every type of magic except shadow up till now.’ My eyes widened. ‘Wait… Didn’t that goblin girl use shadow magic? If she really wants to repay me…’ I suddenly felt myself starting to grin.’
“You’re face is scary…”
It fell flat. “That was rude…”
She shrugged as Mochi came back out and approached us again. “I went ahead and purchased two sets. I’d like to get some armor too, so I wasn’t sure how much I could spend.”
“Oh… I was going to pay for it, but I guess that’s fine. Don’t worry about the armor either, I’ll give you the first set I make with the Vethrian steal as a test before I craft my own.”
Posy's eyes suddenly twitched, looking over me as I finally got to see her surprised face. “What about me?” I could tell she had wanted to say several other things, they just got jumbled together in her head and that was what came out.
‘Hm… She’s helped me out a lot, hasn’t she? Or…’ I smirked. “What about you?”
“S-sorry.” She cleared her throat. “Sory, that’s not what I was trying to say. I was simply surprised you knew how to smith, let alone at that level, let alone you knew enchanting. I was momentarily caught off guard and my words were a reaction based on my jealousy. My armor is perfectly capable of protecting me against any monsters I would fight… But… It’s not shiny blue…” Her eyes practically sparkled thinking about it.
“I didn’t even know you hunted monsters… Or had armor.”
She tilted her head more and more before suddenly pulling her adventurer card out of a pouch in her robe and showing it to me. “I’m actually leaving with my master to go hunting tomorrow… He’s been really hard on me ever since I passed out during the spider venom incident.”
Name:
Posy
Racial traits:
Dwarf: (Weak)
Sex
Female
Title:
Gifted student
Rank:
D
Physical class
Guardian
Magic class
Burst Mage
Devine class
Acolyte: (T5)
Patron Saint
Varian
‘So she prays to Varian, he’s the patron saint of light and justice right?’ I thought back to her threatening to squish me with a giant hammer of divine light. ‘That tracks…’