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ᴇᴅᴇɴ, ᴡɪʏʙʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʀɢᴀʀᴇᴛ.
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛᴀʟʏsᴛ
The feathery white kalon had woken to a peaceful morning, just like all the others before it, the birds outside her window busy chirping
and squawking and peeping 'til their lungs gave out, and the hounds had been let out early--the even mix between low barks of the
adults, and the high-pitched yips of the pups. She had no reason to suspect anything was amiss that day, oh no, everything was in fact
almost─if not─perfect, enchanting the kalon when she woke to soft rays peaking through her curtains.
It was not until she had ventured outside in only her nightgown and slippers had she heard the slightest bit of what was going on elsewhere
in the world. Two older kalons and a mother and kit chatted idly by a bread stall, seemingly very invested in their conversation. As she
eavesdropped (Oh hush, everyone did it once in awhile.), she learned quickly of what was the talk of the town that day. It seemed a land
called Kalokairi, one she had not quite recognized but had vaguely remembered from a much earlier conversation she'd had, was in
trouble. Very serious trouble, and many kalons across the lands and seas had come to volunteer their aid to the kingdom.
Eden herself was not one to drop unannounced into others business or get involved in things such as that, however, she was mighty curious
about these sorts of troubles she'd heard described, and figured if others were going to help, why not herself as well?
With a newfound sense of urgency, Eden quickly ducked back into her home and immediately went straight for the old armoire in her
bedroom. She carefully pulled out the semi-lengthy dress and matching cape and hat, and nicked the dusty boots and scarf off the
backside of the doors.
Just as she remembered...
It had really not been as long as she might make it seem, but she wasn't one to often get involved in much of the more risky, dangerous
types of things that lied beyond her bubble. She was a simple woman who really just wanted to live a simple life. However, desperate
times called for desperate measures, and she couldn't resist offering a helping hand to those in need. It was also the right thing to do,
even if she was rather enjoying a life of peace and quiet for once.
Eden exchanged her nightgown and slippers for the rather extravagant outfit, and once she was done, reached into her desk drawer and
pulled out a very antique, old-looking box. Made of silver and adorned with impressive carvings and symbols, she took a moment to appreciate
it before winding the latch on the box and, like a music box, watching the lid open tentatively, as if shy and hesitant to reveal its contents.
She delicately pulled out the wand lying inside and let the feel of it thrum through her hands once more, the crystal at the top pulsing
and glowing with energy. She had no talent for magic herself, but with this, she could do many things a normal kalon like herself should
not be able to do. As with all magic, of course there were limitations, but the wand played its part wonderfully and worked much better
than she'd originally thought when she first found it.
That, however, was a story for another time.
Eden grabbed a medium-sized satchel from off the ground and gave it a once over before nodding in approval, then proceeded to stuff
it with essentials. Books, paper and writing tools, charms, tablets and scriptures with detailed engravings─she made sure to only bring
what would be important to her journey─and finally added some dry foods and a bottle of water. It was a little tight, but it wasn't terribly
heavy but still had what she needed and that was what mattered here.
She gripped her wand tight in her right hand, and flitted out the door, not without a knowing look from her quite lovely neighbor.
The feathery white kalon had woken to a peaceful morning, just like all the others before it, the birds outside her window busy chirping
and squawking and peeping 'til their lungs gave out, and the hounds had been let out early--the even mix between low barks of the
adults, and the high-pitched yips of the pups. She had no reason to suspect anything was amiss that day, oh no, everything was in fact
almost─if not─perfect, enchanting the kalon when she woke to soft rays peaking through her curtains.
It was not until she had ventured outside in only her nightgown and slippers had she heard the slightest bit of what was going on elsewhere
in the world. Two older kalons and a mother and kit chatted idly by a bread stall, seemingly very invested in their conversation. As she
eavesdropped (Oh hush, everyone did it once in awhile.), she learned quickly of what was the talk of the town that day. It seemed a land
called Kalokairi, one she had not quite recognized but had vaguely remembered from a much earlier conversation she'd had, was in
trouble. Very serious trouble, and many kalons across the lands and seas had come to volunteer their aid to the kingdom.
Eden herself was not one to drop unannounced into others business or get involved in things such as that, however, she was mighty curious
about these sorts of troubles she'd heard described, and figured if others were going to help, why not herself as well?
With a newfound sense of urgency, Eden quickly ducked back into her home and immediately went straight for the old armoire in her
bedroom. She carefully pulled out the semi-lengthy dress and matching cape and hat, and nicked the dusty boots and scarf off the
backside of the doors.
Just as she remembered...
It had really not been as long as she might make it seem, but she wasn't one to often get involved in much of the more risky, dangerous
types of things that lied beyond her bubble. She was a simple woman who really just wanted to live a simple life. However, desperate
times called for desperate measures, and she couldn't resist offering a helping hand to those in need. It was also the right thing to do,
even if she was rather enjoying a life of peace and quiet for once.
Eden exchanged her nightgown and slippers for the rather extravagant outfit, and once she was done, reached into her desk drawer and
pulled out a very antique, old-looking box. Made of silver and adorned with impressive carvings and symbols, she took a moment to appreciate
it before winding the latch on the box and, like a music box, watching the lid open tentatively, as if shy and hesitant to reveal its contents.
She delicately pulled out the wand lying inside and let the feel of it thrum through her hands once more, the crystal at the top pulsing
and glowing with energy. She had no talent for magic herself, but with this, she could do many things a normal kalon like herself should
not be able to do. As with all magic, of course there were limitations, but the wand played its part wonderfully and worked much better
than she'd originally thought when she first found it.
That, however, was a story for another time.
Eden grabbed a medium-sized satchel from off the ground and gave it a once over before nodding in approval, then proceeded to stuff
it with essentials. Books, paper and writing tools, charms, tablets and scriptures with detailed engravings─she made sure to only bring
what would be important to her journey─and finally added some dry foods and a bottle of water. It was a little tight, but it wasn't terribly
heavy but still had what she needed and that was what mattered here.
She gripped her wand tight in her right hand, and flitted out the door, not without a knowing look from her quite lovely neighbor.
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ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴇᴀs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴅ
So here you are, just biding your time at some completely rando breakfast inn place because your friend had to take "a restroom break,"
as she'd called it, and left you all by your lonesome to find something to do in this hick town because anyone who knows Maggie knows
she takes forever to use the bathroom.
You're currently chomping down on this muffin, yeah? And like, okay, you'll give it to the family who owns the place─they have some really
great muffins. Like, some of the best you've ever had, you would even dare say, and you've eaten a lot of muffins, even poisonous ones.
(You don't even want to get into that can of worms though, not today. You're not as moody as usual, which you'll take as a good thing and
not try to push it.)
Back to the muffin. You're really digging this muffin, even if your face is betraying the delicious muffin-splosion going on in your mouth,
and you're also twiddling your thumbs because you're really bored, when all of the sudden this total jerk in like, ninja gear? You guess?
Totally knocks over Maggie's drink. All over the dirt. And the guy doesn't even acknowledge you besides a quick glance at the now wasted
tea, he just looks at it like it's diseased water and leaves, and you hear the fainted muffled laughter when he's already halfway down the
street by then.
Great. Just great.
Now you're mad, but the jerk who made you mad isn't here. So you have no one to release this anger onto.
Well... Except yourself─
No. Maggie told you not to think like that anymore. You.. You made a promise to her. A promise you intended to keep.
Anyways..
Well, what do you know. Speak of the devil herself.
Maggie strolls out of the bathroom looking a little embarrassed but otherwise fine, which you'll have to ask about later but for now, you'll give
her time to figure out her own emotions first before you go asking about them when she's just as clueless as you are.
She looks pretty okay until she notices her drink is gone, and you give her a rundown of what happened and hand her a new one, identical
except that instead of covered in dirt, it had a few sparse muffin crumbs on the lid that you'd forgotten to swipe off before handing it to her.
She doesn't seem to mind, in fact, laughs at it, and you're so confused until she takes a moment to explain.
"That was very unfortunate, however it's just tea, silly! I won't be so distraught over such a thing as that! Especially since my best friend and
partner in crime even got me a new one!" She beamed, unusually bright in comparison to her usual anxious demeanor, but you'll take the bubbly
version of Maggie, at least for right now, gladly. A sad Maggie is... Honestly kind of depressing to watch. It's like seeing someone fall from thirty
stories up but unable to reach out to them and knowing you can't catch them in time.
"Okay, okay, I get it. Don't need to be so weird.." You mumble, despite your internal monologue just seconds previously, because the whole
physical affection thing kind of weirds you out when she gets like this─all... Happy. Unusually happy. Not that it's bad, just. Ugh. Too much
thinking, not enough doing.
"So can we go now? We have to catch the morning trip or we'll never make it out of here in any acceptable time. We promised we would do
this, Mags." You only use that nickname when you're being very affectionate or serious, but she knows right now, things are serious. Very serious.
"Yes, I do.. Suppose you're right." There it is─back to the Maggie you know and love (though you worry about sometimes too). "Let us be going
then! Not a moment to waste, Wiyby!"
"Yeah, I know, that's what I've been saying this whole time!" You return, but it's playful, and she knows that.
You bicker aimlessly as you catch the morning cart into the next town, and you count your graces that you have this awesome gear left behind
from your brother and a friend like Maggie to stand by your side, especially on a trip like the one you signed the both of you up for.
So here you are, just biding your time at some completely rando breakfast inn place because your friend had to take "a restroom break,"
as she'd called it, and left you all by your lonesome to find something to do in this hick town because anyone who knows Maggie knows
she takes forever to use the bathroom.
You're currently chomping down on this muffin, yeah? And like, okay, you'll give it to the family who owns the place─they have some really
great muffins. Like, some of the best you've ever had, you would even dare say, and you've eaten a lot of muffins, even poisonous ones.
(You don't even want to get into that can of worms though, not today. You're not as moody as usual, which you'll take as a good thing and
not try to push it.)
Back to the muffin. You're really digging this muffin, even if your face is betraying the delicious muffin-splosion going on in your mouth,
and you're also twiddling your thumbs because you're really bored, when all of the sudden this total jerk in like, ninja gear? You guess?
Totally knocks over Maggie's drink. All over the dirt. And the guy doesn't even acknowledge you besides a quick glance at the now wasted
tea, he just looks at it like it's diseased water and leaves, and you hear the fainted muffled laughter when he's already halfway down the
street by then.
Great. Just great.
Now you're mad, but the jerk who made you mad isn't here. So you have no one to release this anger onto.
Well... Except yourself─
No. Maggie told you not to think like that anymore. You.. You made a promise to her. A promise you intended to keep.
Anyways..
Well, what do you know. Speak of the devil herself.
Maggie strolls out of the bathroom looking a little embarrassed but otherwise fine, which you'll have to ask about later but for now, you'll give
her time to figure out her own emotions first before you go asking about them when she's just as clueless as you are.
She looks pretty okay until she notices her drink is gone, and you give her a rundown of what happened and hand her a new one, identical
except that instead of covered in dirt, it had a few sparse muffin crumbs on the lid that you'd forgotten to swipe off before handing it to her.
She doesn't seem to mind, in fact, laughs at it, and you're so confused until she takes a moment to explain.
"That was very unfortunate, however it's just tea, silly! I won't be so distraught over such a thing as that! Especially since my best friend and
partner in crime even got me a new one!" She beamed, unusually bright in comparison to her usual anxious demeanor, but you'll take the bubbly
version of Maggie, at least for right now, gladly. A sad Maggie is... Honestly kind of depressing to watch. It's like seeing someone fall from thirty
stories up but unable to reach out to them and knowing you can't catch them in time.
"Okay, okay, I get it. Don't need to be so weird.." You mumble, despite your internal monologue just seconds previously, because the whole
physical affection thing kind of weirds you out when she gets like this─all... Happy. Unusually happy. Not that it's bad, just. Ugh. Too much
thinking, not enough doing.
"So can we go now? We have to catch the morning trip or we'll never make it out of here in any acceptable time. We promised we would do
this, Mags." You only use that nickname when you're being very affectionate or serious, but she knows right now, things are serious. Very serious.
"Yes, I do.. Suppose you're right." There it is─back to the Maggie you know and love (though you worry about sometimes too). "Let us be going
then! Not a moment to waste, Wiyby!"
"Yeah, I know, that's what I've been saying this whole time!" You return, but it's playful, and she knows that.
You bicker aimlessly as you catch the morning cart into the next town, and you count your graces that you have this awesome gear left behind
from your brother and a friend like Maggie to stand by your side, especially on a trip like the one you signed the both of you up for.
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ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ's ᴀ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ
The three of you meet in the most mysterious yet ironic of ways, yet probably the most fitting, you'll later come to realize, when all
is said and done. After all, what is more fitting for a rag-tag band of misfits from completely different backgrounds than a mission to save
the world? Well, a kingdom, but a kingdom on the verge of catastrophe and collapse. A kingdom that needs saving. And you all intend
to do it. Together.
What could be more fitting?
The three of you meet in the most mysterious yet ironic of ways, yet probably the most fitting, you'll later come to realize, when all
is said and done. After all, what is more fitting for a rag-tag band of misfits from completely different backgrounds than a mission to save
the world? Well, a kingdom, but a kingdom on the verge of catastrophe and collapse. A kingdom that needs saving. And you all intend
to do it. Together.
What could be more fitting?
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