A Wanderers Wonders [Vindstot/Private]

Even though she addressed him as the master of this guild, she actually wasn't 100% sure about that. After all, it was always possible that more people were allowed into the vault, or that he was acting in place of the master. Thankfully he was kind enough to confirm her words by confessing she was correct. "Easy to read? Perhaps. Or maybe I'm just that good." She had to praise herself while answering him. Especially since he seemed quite embarrassed about it from some reason. It wasn't like he had a weird position or anything, though it might have been a little odd that the master himself would approach random people and try to get them to join his own guild. But whatever, that had little meaning now. At least he introduced himself properly now, so she wouldn't have to refer to him as 'that man' or just 'guild master.' Names were nice. Well, almost all names. "God of Ish-what? Eh, not that it matters." She felt as if she had heard that name somewhere before, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Not that it really mattered to her, it was just some kind of position he had, probably nothing she would be all that interested in. And then he asked about the guild mark. Indeed, she would need one. It was part of the package and there was no denying it. Looking all over herself, she started thinking. Taking her outfit into consideration, it should probably be somewhere visible. After a minut of awkward silence, she sighed and pointed at her left leg. More specifically, her outer thigh, just where the skirt was ending. Since she always wore skirts, that was probably the best spot that would always be revealed to some extend.

All right then, I'm going to have to ask that you sit still. The Guild Master would tell her casually, understanding where she'd like it. Fortunately, the both of them alone, and no one can comment on what he had to do. And with that, he'd step over towards her before bending his knees down so that he would level his arm to her thigh. His left hand would be placed on his collar bone as he inserted the mark of the Phoenix onto his palm. Just a few seconds, that is all I need. He would explain before his palm would press against the skirt. Fortunately for the both of them, he did not need contact with the skin, but some area around it. The mark will go through the skirt and onto her thigh provided nothing had been done. If resistance was shown, it might end up being a smeered mark. While it may possibly still work, the look of it might not be so good. It was a Phoenix bird with flames on the bottom, but could look a whole lot worse. And it was not as if it were unnoticable either, considering the color is usually different from the skin. If he was able to successfully finish, he would place his palm away from her skirt before standing back up correctly. All right, there you go. Welcome to Golden Phoenix, Leila.

Sighing, she assumed a standing position that was casual and comfortable, assuring that she would be capable of standing completely still for the longest time. Not that it would take that long, she always imagined it was nothing more difficult than taking a mold and applying a certain imagine to the skin. Though he did not have any tools, only magic. Which was probably better than most tools anyway. As he kneeled down, she would use one of her hands to keep the end of her skirt where it was, clutching it quite tightly. It would be rather unpleasant if he tried to pull off some kind of prank where he would flip her skirt upwards, revealing what was underneath it. That was just about the last thing she needed at the moment, and it never hurt to be cautious as well. And then, he would start applying his magic. He probably had thoughts similar to hers, as he did his best to create the mark through the cloth of her attire, avoiding any and all contact with her bare and pale skin. It indeed took but few seconds and a tingly feeling on Leila's part. He would get back up on his feet and warmly welcome her into the guild, just like that. Blinking few times in a surprised manner, she lifted her own skirt slightly, not too much to show anything, but enough to reveal the new tattoo. It was light blue color, like a sea illuminated by a warm sun. Color that was certainly visible on her skin and odd to the coloring of her outfit, only adding to it's uniqueness. With a sigh, she covered her face with one of her palms, almost as if she was facepalming. "How did a simple visit to an island turned into me having a life-changing decision, I'll never know." She would mutter, knowing that it wasn't truly life-changing. After all, she was still a free bird that could soar high in the skies without any worries what so ever. Not to mention, she could probably leave at any time. But she had to spent at least some time with this guild before that would happen for whatever reason. So it really was a welcome to the Golden Phoenix.