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Laila sighed. Well, at least Reeve finally came to a decision. It surely was an important question to answer; Parilla was something powerful, and while Laila would like to keep hold of it, perhaps Arioon would find some heavy use of it. At the same time, Alina would be sure to raise some...

Again, meals were glorious. Laila can't remember the last time she had a freshly selection of noodles to choose from. They were given a classic platter of home-made dipping ramen with bowls of miso soup and another bowl of what was essentially a dense substance of spiced beef broth. Of course...

Laila was sensing the discord with Reeve. Surely, he never really had to do with this sort of political drama, and it was clear Tomoe was trying to keep quiet so it wouldn't involve Laila either. Alina was too far off the deep end, so it was choiceless that she become a part of the shrine's more...

"Eh? Are you sure?" "'Am I sure-' Lilac, when was the last time an assassin needed a talking spear?" "I am a GLAIVE, mind you!" "See? This is horribly inconvenient." Laila crossed her arms. "Well, I hear it's supposed to be a...Uh. Political thingy for political reasons." Tomoe put her...

Laila was more than happy to lead him to the springs. "Oh yeah, it's bath time!" Bath time.gif. Following that very relaxing experience, Laila and presumable Reeve should have his impromptu transformation (into new clothes) done, so it was now time to find...Her mom! Laila and Reeve would...

Alina yawned from the front entrance of the shrine again, as the two exited their steed and they were back in the shrine. Refuge... The days that had passed were passed with no major incident. Parilla tended to keep to herself, and often, she was asleep, which was an odd thing for Laila to...

A half-nod was better than no nod, and was enough to sate Laila's worries. Still, his response back piqued her interest as well; she had forgotten about her own injuries, but she was, for the most part, lucky; there were likely some minor scrapes on her here and there, perhaps even fragmentation...

mothman real,,,,,

Answers could be found at a later day. Much of that journey was left in silence, with Parilla investigating the environment and Laila now consistently, with great paranoia, staring at the sky and grass incase they were on more abomination territory. Laila was still thinking about it, though...

Laila kept mostly quiet, though her mind seemed to fire on all cylinders. She didn't look too stressed out, thankfully. There's been all sorts of crap they've been going through, and Laila and Reeve were really just in the crossfire. Laila was mostly trying to get home and not bother with all...

"Don't just cast that on the dot, his blood's returning. Give it a moment...Now use this." Parilla passed Laila a somewhat heavier cloth to work with, with Laila pressing it against the wounds and recasting Heal Minor Wounds. Watching Reeve's armor was like watching a magic show. Seeing the...

Parilla took an interested glance at Reeve. Clearly, she hadn't quite seen anything like it before. The monster was capable of great things itself, but it too seemed to watch Reeve's movements with greater interest. "...I see now. It's from your blade. I suppose one would call you a dark...

The slash provided a good nick into the beast, enough to veer it off-course. Though it attempted to embrace one of the two party members with its arms, it missed the mark and went crashing alongside them instead, body tumbling and spraying bits of goo and perhaps blood onto the ground. "Son of...

The goo inevitably dispersed upon coming into contact Parilla's figure, escaping and dripping off of her as she herself remained perfectly fine, spear still in hand. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, glanced left and right as the goo rapidly slithered along the ground to conjoin together. "I knew...

"..." "Hm." The smell was getting stronger. Some parts were magic, yes, but...The smell was all natural. "It's...Magical?" ... "...Tck. My nose is getting runny." The smell was getting stronger. The smell was getting stronger. The smell was getting stronger. The smell was getting...

Midway through their journey, Laila noticed an odd smell. Reeve, naturally, would notice a similar one. It smelled faintly of ammonia and bittersweet candy. "Smell that?" "I can't." "Not you." The smell revolved on them, circling and...Leaving behind a notable trail. Laila took a glance...

Parilla finished her bowl last, with Laila happily satisfied; even if their time with food was finished with silence, she'll never get over the dopamine satisfaction of a hearty meal. Gosh, she's practically hungry again. Parilla glanced at Reeve. "You look uncertain. If it's about the Flower...

Laila watched Parilla closely. Parilla drank the bowl very different from either Laila or Reeve. Dignified, trained, like this whole eating thing was a method. Princess-like wouldn't begin to describe it, from how Parilla's fingers barely held the bowl to the spoon that seemed so close to...

Laila found herself wondering just how far she could pursue this route. Just the idea of being able to do anything. Why, that concept very much embraced wizards, having a hand into the making of everything around them. "That's odd, though. Why can't you cure a curse at a lower circle magic...

Laila stared at Parilla once again. Not quite so subtly, Laila shared the same interest as Reeve. This was the kind of magic most people would define as truly divine. "How many times can you cast third circle magic?" "As many times as I can and feel like calculating it. I can do 4th circle...