The Guardian Spirit Arrives (Open, intro)

The small woman looked up, gray eyes wide with wonder at the place the Sabertooth guild called home. She had been a guardian spirit for many centuries, but in all those years she had never been somewhere quite like this. She usually ended up guarding people in small villages, never going to any place quite as large as this. Her pink hair was stirred by a gentle breeze, simple white dress fluttering about her legs. Full of doubt about her decision to try and join a guild like this, she bit her lip. Would such an amazing guild even accept somebody like her? Somebody so weak, with such a small amount of magical power?

She didn't know much about guilds, but she doubted that somebody as weak as her would find it easy to be in such a guild, if she was even accepted. After all, she had been alive for centuries and still was not as powerful as some mages just starting out on their journey.

Morgana was jolted from her thoughts by the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Whoever it was was asking if she needed help, having noticed she seemed troubled. She turned to face the source of the voice, simple cuffs clanking about her ankles. "Why yes, I do need a bit of help. I happened to come here to join the Sabertooth guild, but I can't seem to figure out what I should do..." she responded in a sheepish tone. His face now nearly as pink as her hair, she hid the lower half of her face behind one hand in embarrassment. The Guardian spirit,actually somewhat young among her kind despite being centuries old, was dying of embarrassment.