by Todo está bien. That's what she tried to tell herself, at least. Everything was fine. Sure, C.A.S.S.I.E. had gone on a rampage, destroyed the guild hall, and nearly killed a couple of her guild mates, but everyone had made it out okay in the end. Everyone was alive and recovering, and that was all that mattered. She took a deep breath and lowered herself into a stretch, one leg in front of her, one in back. Her room in the guild's new home--the Silver Moon Inn--was much less spacious than what she had stayed in at the old guild hall, but it was better than staying out in the street. In the immediate two or three days after the old guild hall had burned to the ground, Kistiñe hadn't talked to anyone about anything meaningful; she'd try and tell a joke or two, do anything to lighten the mood, but she hadn't taken the time to let anyone know how she had been feeling. As extraverted and outgoing as she was, her reluctance to share her feelings with her guild mates was a surprising trait. She could talk with someone all day about how they were feeling or what they were going through, and she would do anything to make someone smile or laugh to try and get their mind off whatever it was that bothered them; but, the moment it came to her own emotional state, she changed the subject. She was a well of compassion and companionship when others were hurting, but the instant anyone wanted to help her, she made light of her situation and laughed it off with a dry, humorless chuckle, ending any chance of anyone seeing what it was that perturbed her in the first place. But, for now, everything was fine.
After a moment of holding the position she had put herself in, she relaxed and pulled in to sit cross-legged on the floor of the hotel room. Her breath was relaxed, even though her thoughts began buzzing once more with what had happened in the past week. Recently, the entire scene played back in her head like a fuzzy recording; she hadn't slept in two days due to how much it bothered her, and it was plain to see on her face. Her normally cheery facial expression was laced with growing lethargy, her springy movements weighed down by the lack of rest she had recieved. Her eyes drifted shut as she sat on the floor; she scene of C.A.S.S.I.E. firing a halestorm of bullets into the guild hall, the shouts and screams of guildmates and Levanitir citizens, and the giant bird of ice that Izayuki had conjured to pull her out of the robot's path all played in that short instant as a blurried mess. Her eyes shot open a moment later, and she decided the best option was simply to get out and about for the day. She got up and opened the small closet in the hotel room; miraculously, her duffle bag and the week's worth of clothes from her vacation survived the robotic onslaught of the guild hall. Currently, it was sitting in the floor of the closet; the shirts were hanging up, whereas her shorts, a pair of yoga pants, and undergarments were in the bag itself. She grabbed a white tank top and the yoga pants, quickly changing into them in the bathroom and putting on her favorite accessories--namely, her earrings and bracelet.
After taking a moment to play with her hair, she frowned and gave an exasperated groan before deciding that it simply wasn't worth it today. She tossed her previous set of clothes into the closet and closed the door, before walking out of her room. The upper levels of the building weren't all that bad, all thing considered; rather than having carpet, the rooms and halls had hardwood flooring. The walls were white plaster, the trims and woodwork were stained dark burgundy. Although some might have considered the look to be dated, Kistiñe liked the aesthetic of the place. As she turned the corner to the stairwell, she slid down the rails on her bum like a rebellious child spiting their parent's wishes. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she took a look around the first floor. For the greatest part of the guild's stay in their new home, she hadn't paid much attention to the restaurant-esque floor of the building, mainly using it as an avenue to get back to her room after a night on the town or doing jobs; this was her first time taking a look at it in any sort of detail. Perhaps due to some recent renovations, it wasn't quite as dated-looking as the upper floors. Although the woods were mostly the same color as upstairs, the lower floor had an edge of modernism in it; the front portion of the kitchen was open for patrons at the bar to see, and most of the tables on the dining room floor were meant for groups of two, while larger booths were by the windows. As she walked out the door and into the street, she made a note to ask Magna if he needed ideas for a menu.
The streets of Rose Garden were as busy as ever; people bustling from one shop to another, trying to find the next magical gismo or party trick to show their friends. It certainly was a mage's town, that was for sure. As she looked around, she wondered what it was she'd be doing today; she had absolutely no plans made with any of her guild mates, and she most certainly didn't want to be stuck doing jobs all afternoon....
After a moment of holding the position she had put herself in, she relaxed and pulled in to sit cross-legged on the floor of the hotel room. Her breath was relaxed, even though her thoughts began buzzing once more with what had happened in the past week. Recently, the entire scene played back in her head like a fuzzy recording; she hadn't slept in two days due to how much it bothered her, and it was plain to see on her face. Her normally cheery facial expression was laced with growing lethargy, her springy movements weighed down by the lack of rest she had recieved. Her eyes drifted shut as she sat on the floor; she scene of C.A.S.S.I.E. firing a halestorm of bullets into the guild hall, the shouts and screams of guildmates and Levanitir citizens, and the giant bird of ice that Izayuki had conjured to pull her out of the robot's path all played in that short instant as a blurried mess. Her eyes shot open a moment later, and she decided the best option was simply to get out and about for the day. She got up and opened the small closet in the hotel room; miraculously, her duffle bag and the week's worth of clothes from her vacation survived the robotic onslaught of the guild hall. Currently, it was sitting in the floor of the closet; the shirts were hanging up, whereas her shorts, a pair of yoga pants, and undergarments were in the bag itself. She grabbed a white tank top and the yoga pants, quickly changing into them in the bathroom and putting on her favorite accessories--namely, her earrings and bracelet.
After taking a moment to play with her hair, she frowned and gave an exasperated groan before deciding that it simply wasn't worth it today. She tossed her previous set of clothes into the closet and closed the door, before walking out of her room. The upper levels of the building weren't all that bad, all thing considered; rather than having carpet, the rooms and halls had hardwood flooring. The walls were white plaster, the trims and woodwork were stained dark burgundy. Although some might have considered the look to be dated, Kistiñe liked the aesthetic of the place. As she turned the corner to the stairwell, she slid down the rails on her bum like a rebellious child spiting their parent's wishes. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she took a look around the first floor. For the greatest part of the guild's stay in their new home, she hadn't paid much attention to the restaurant-esque floor of the building, mainly using it as an avenue to get back to her room after a night on the town or doing jobs; this was her first time taking a look at it in any sort of detail. Perhaps due to some recent renovations, it wasn't quite as dated-looking as the upper floors. Although the woods were mostly the same color as upstairs, the lower floor had an edge of modernism in it; the front portion of the kitchen was open for patrons at the bar to see, and most of the tables on the dining room floor were meant for groups of two, while larger booths were by the windows. As she walked out the door and into the street, she made a note to ask Magna if he needed ideas for a menu.
The streets of Rose Garden were as busy as ever; people bustling from one shop to another, trying to find the next magical gismo or party trick to show their friends. It certainly was a mage's town, that was for sure. As she looked around, she wondered what it was she'd be doing today; she had absolutely no plans made with any of her guild mates, and she most certainly didn't want to be stuck doing jobs all afternoon....
