Light gradually left the skies over Rose garden, Night falling over the city. Tonight was dark, the moon and its stars obscured by a thick layer of clouds... Rose Garden would have been pitch black if it hadn't been for the magic street lamps along the roads, The lacrimas inside the lamps giving off an enchanting light.
A bit frustrated and at a loss, Rita swept her fingers through the bangs of her long caramel hair, which, under the lacrima light, looked even prettier than usual. The mages boots quietly thumped against the road as the mage traversed the streets of Rose garden, her as it swayed behind her, loosely pulled back into a thick and low fitting braid. She wore a long dark maxi skirt today, slits on the sides running up her thighs, and a knotted blouse, navy in color.
Unfortunately, The Fairy had missed her ride back to Magnolia... She refused to wait around in the station for the train that came tomorrow afternoon...There were to my creeps sticking around there for her taste. So, Rita set off into Rose Garden, seeking something to do or at least some where she could crash for the night.
From what Rita could see, it was obvious that Rose Garden was a place blooming with magic. There was magic quite literally everywhere, from the shows on the streets, the shops, the lights, and even in the air she breathed. It occurred to her that she hadn't been here for quite some time… The last time Rita was in Rose Garden she was-- well literally dying.
Those injuries would have been the death of her. She was still alive because of one person, Lance Knighthunter. The two met as complete strangers and now they were practically best friends who saw each other regularly whether it was in the guild or them conveniently running into each other.
Rose garden was a lot bigger than she last remembered it to be. There were allot more people occupying the place too. When she came here she had expected maybe a couple streets with a few small shops and what not. Rita had been mistaken; the place was easily a city! She wouldn't admit it--- but she quite easily found herself well...lost. Despite having little idea where she was… There was something familiar here... The feeling hanging over rose garden tonight, Darkness, It was familiar in ways that she didn't want to say.
A bit frustrated and at a loss, Rita swept her fingers through the bangs of her long caramel hair, which, under the lacrima light, looked even prettier than usual. The mages boots quietly thumped against the road as the mage traversed the streets of Rose garden, her as it swayed behind her, loosely pulled back into a thick and low fitting braid. She wore a long dark maxi skirt today, slits on the sides running up her thighs, and a knotted blouse, navy in color.
Unfortunately, The Fairy had missed her ride back to Magnolia... She refused to wait around in the station for the train that came tomorrow afternoon...There were to my creeps sticking around there for her taste. So, Rita set off into Rose Garden, seeking something to do or at least some where she could crash for the night.
From what Rita could see, it was obvious that Rose Garden was a place blooming with magic. There was magic quite literally everywhere, from the shows on the streets, the shops, the lights, and even in the air she breathed. It occurred to her that she hadn't been here for quite some time… The last time Rita was in Rose Garden she was-- well literally dying.
Those injuries would have been the death of her. She was still alive because of one person, Lance Knighthunter. The two met as complete strangers and now they were practically best friends who saw each other regularly whether it was in the guild or them conveniently running into each other.
Rose garden was a lot bigger than she last remembered it to be. There were allot more people occupying the place too. When she came here she had expected maybe a couple streets with a few small shops and what not. Rita had been mistaken; the place was easily a city! She wouldn't admit it--- but she quite easily found herself well...lost. Despite having little idea where she was… There was something familiar here... The feeling hanging over rose garden tonight, Darkness, It was familiar in ways that she didn't want to say.