Rose garden seemed like the perfect town to branch out her magical ability. The town decorated even the most common of items with lacrima. Shops offering all forms of magical items littered the streets.
The poison mage could feel a spark of something new bubbling beneath the surface of her heart. At night, she dreamed of a new ability. Her exposure to her teammate perhaps brought out the new techniques.
I need to find a better way to utilize my poisons. My magic can help people, I feel it. If only I could offer it to others for their needs. Perhaps then we can make a profit and help get ourselves closer to our dreams.
She knew a guild hall like Ciran wanted was quite the lofty dream. However, the idea of even a simple home would cost a good bit. Also, if she could make her abilities available to others, perhaps she'd be able to atone for the sins of her magic.
Nemuru wore a dark cloak around her shoulders. The chill, late autumn evening wind bit her to the bone. She went around town searching for a shop that carried the mundane items she needed. A simple set of glass vials was surprisingly difficult to locate. Too many were of the magical variety and already filled with substances. As Nemuru eyed the brightly colored potions she sighed. It's lonely shopping without Ciran. I hope he isn't up to anything too troublesome.
With a frown, she realized her best bet was to travel into a back alley. The shady little shops could be dangerous but they offered the best deals, sometimes. Besides, the dealings she intended to be involved in could be considered equally shady. Well, she had never claimed to be a legal mage. Her poisons had their uses.
(301/Nemuru post 1)
The poison mage could feel a spark of something new bubbling beneath the surface of her heart. At night, she dreamed of a new ability. Her exposure to her teammate perhaps brought out the new techniques.
I need to find a better way to utilize my poisons. My magic can help people, I feel it. If only I could offer it to others for their needs. Perhaps then we can make a profit and help get ourselves closer to our dreams.
She knew a guild hall like Ciran wanted was quite the lofty dream. However, the idea of even a simple home would cost a good bit. Also, if she could make her abilities available to others, perhaps she'd be able to atone for the sins of her magic.
Nemuru wore a dark cloak around her shoulders. The chill, late autumn evening wind bit her to the bone. She went around town searching for a shop that carried the mundane items she needed. A simple set of glass vials was surprisingly difficult to locate. Too many were of the magical variety and already filled with substances. As Nemuru eyed the brightly colored potions she sighed. It's lonely shopping without Ciran. I hope he isn't up to anything too troublesome.
With a frown, she realized her best bet was to travel into a back alley. The shady little shops could be dangerous but they offered the best deals, sometimes. Besides, the dealings she intended to be involved in could be considered equally shady. Well, she had never claimed to be a legal mage. Her poisons had their uses.
(301/Nemuru post 1)