It was.. what was supposed to be a nice, quiet morning inside the Savage Skull guild hall. However, once one would know of the location of this place, they would come to find that there was never such a thing about it. Or maybe there was, it was hard to tell. Quite frankly, Madison spent the majority of her time down in her mothers lab and helping with the experiments that she didn't really seem to notice or care about day and night. It was something she'd developed over their time in stasis training and learning; work and sleep. That's all they really did. If it wasn't physical or magical work, then it was to the books to read, until the red head had exhausted that method as well and made it so she only had the former two options left. Two years was a long time to only do things like that, but combined with the fact neither of them really took time into account, they never had really cared much for that notion at all anyway. It was more of she didn't have any sense of care for the time anymore, so long as the work got done and she could take some of those times to sit and pray for a while. Her one stipulation to this that wasn't even thought over to deny at all. It, among all, was probably the most reasonable thing that the child took into account when she decided to climb this path. She was sure that Sayrn hadn't had any care or desire to really sit and watch with any care, but more of a motherly curiosity as to what motivated her to continue to do such things when she herself knew logically of no such being.
The muttering of words on the upper floor would fainly creep through the crack in the one door occupied currently. Over the course of her time back in the guild hall, Madison had taken some time to convert a small unused room into a place where she could crash occasionally as well as to pray if the chance ever occurred. Rather than trust any of the people in the hall, the innocent little believer simply hid herself away in a place where she could easily lock herself in and avoid people while she worked, then came back to them when she needed to. "Dear lord, thank you for the blessing of life and all the wonderful opportunities that you have bestowed upon me." Small phrases were slightly louder than others, however despite the lack of a formal attire choice, she always wore the treasured Roario around her neck, which from a certain view would definitely look like it could be a collar around her neck. However, the white colored, long-sleeved buttondown on her upper body would be able to hide most of it, while what was left covered her panties, to which she wore no bottoms. That itself was another lesson from which she learned from Sayrn; the lack or clothing. Where her mother was concerned, she wore literally nothing and used magic to fill in her outfits, however Madison chose to keep at the least lingerie and then go from there. The shirt however was long enough and barely buttoned, leaving most of her chest exposed to whomever would see her, but that didn't matter to her. Her hair was left hanging over the back of her shirt, cascading down the length of her back until it reached her rear end. Continuing a slight prayer, she never bothered to wonder if anyone would show up or eavesdrop on her session. Not that anyone in this guild would probably care about it, anyway.
The muttering of words on the upper floor would fainly creep through the crack in the one door occupied currently. Over the course of her time back in the guild hall, Madison had taken some time to convert a small unused room into a place where she could crash occasionally as well as to pray if the chance ever occurred. Rather than trust any of the people in the hall, the innocent little believer simply hid herself away in a place where she could easily lock herself in and avoid people while she worked, then came back to them when she needed to. "Dear lord, thank you for the blessing of life and all the wonderful opportunities that you have bestowed upon me." Small phrases were slightly louder than others, however despite the lack of a formal attire choice, she always wore the treasured Roario around her neck, which from a certain view would definitely look like it could be a collar around her neck. However, the white colored, long-sleeved buttondown on her upper body would be able to hide most of it, while what was left covered her panties, to which she wore no bottoms. That itself was another lesson from which she learned from Sayrn; the lack or clothing. Where her mother was concerned, she wore literally nothing and used magic to fill in her outfits, however Madison chose to keep at the least lingerie and then go from there. The shirt however was long enough and barely buttoned, leaving most of her chest exposed to whomever would see her, but that didn't matter to her. Her hair was left hanging over the back of her shirt, cascading down the length of her back until it reached her rear end. Continuing a slight prayer, she never bothered to wonder if anyone would show up or eavesdrop on her session. Not that anyone in this guild would probably care about it, anyway.