Vierorin stood within the gates of one of the most famous Guilds of all of Fiore, he had left the Rune Knights because of his increasing concern of finding a mage that was capable of helping with a small problem of his. Zekkaria, the small bug like storm elemental was in her traveling size and sitting on Vierorins head, almost passing for a hat when she didn’t blink her eyes or move. The blue haired mage looked up at the Guilds sign, the words Fairy Tail carved into the cross piece. His Azure eyes quivered for a second, “I hope this is a good idea Zekkaria…” He then thought for a moment when he came to a realization,”Atleast no one will be scared of me since they know nothing about me.” At this Zekkaria trying to fake sleep let out and annoyed sigh. She is probably tempted to pinch my ears for that comment…
Vierorin then shook his head, shaking off the accursed doubt, and strode forward being his normal and cheerful self. He got to the doors and pushed them forward making them slam open he stepped within the door frame, the light coming in probably made it hard to make out details of Vierorin as he stood proudly in the doorframe, from the shadow he looked like a man with regular attire,(t-shirt, jeans, sandals,) with a oddly pointed hat. A brawl was going on near one of the tables but for the most part a fair portion of the members seemed to be staring at him strangely, when all of a sudden a beer mug flew out of no where and hit Vierorin square in the face. Now eager to join the brawl from the insult the air around his hands started to heat up as well as getting a blue glow, “is this how they greet everyone…?”
Vierorin then shook his head, shaking off the accursed doubt, and strode forward being his normal and cheerful self. He got to the doors and pushed them forward making them slam open he stepped within the door frame, the light coming in probably made it hard to make out details of Vierorin as he stood proudly in the doorframe, from the shadow he looked like a man with regular attire,(t-shirt, jeans, sandals,) with a oddly pointed hat. A brawl was going on near one of the tables but for the most part a fair portion of the members seemed to be staring at him strangely, when all of a sudden a beer mug flew out of no where and hit Vierorin square in the face. Now eager to join the brawl from the insult the air around his hands started to heat up as well as getting a blue glow, “is this how they greet everyone…?”