In the Rain, the Witch Comes. || Intro. || Open.

Rain.

Drip. Drop. It was midday in the cold mountains of Mount Hakobe, a place where Rain had never been before, therefore she decided to wander more than she already did. Despite being so cold, the typical snow would be set in the rain, and wandering through the frosted mountains would be a beautiful and tall woman holding an umbrella, dressed in a beautiful kimono of white and red decorated with large accessories which represented lotus flowers. This umbrella matched her outfit down to the last detail, while in her other hand was a red and gold pipe filled to the brim with tobacco. Above this umbrella was the invisible presence of two Ploū Tarot Outsiders, each respectively named Drip and Drop to fit the theme of what Rain referred to herself as. Although her real name was actually Diabolus, she would prefer to be called 'Rain' in order for her reputation to not be bashed even more than it already was for being the spawn of Satan.

"Is there anywhere ahead that would make a good stopping place, Drip and Drop? I would prefer the option of taking a break from walking, I want to shuffle my cards for a moment." her pets would hear inside their heads, in which they would suddenly waver from invisible to in plain sight, sticking their heads down from the umbrella inside their normal forms. "Yes! There is a beautiful rock that looks to be untouched by nature!" Drip exclaimed, as Drop pushed her off the umbrella and proceeded to speak. "I would like to have a sip of your wine, if that is permitted, ma'am." Drop asked her, as she picked up Drip and began to stroke her forehead. "I would prefer if the wine is left for me, but I will let each of you have a small quantity if you would like." she told them both telepathically, as she proceeded to toss Drip on-top of her umbrella and walk toward the stone.

As she reached the stone, she set her umbrella down next to herself and began to feel the small beads of rain coarse through her hair and onto her skin. She removed a small box from a hidden pocket inside her kimono and opened it, revealing 78 cards. She began to shuffle these cards in one hand while setting the pipe in her lap, revealing a small vile of wine from her pocket. She let both of her minions drink a sip from it, and then proceeded to drink the rest. "Drip, dance for me." she would tell the white Ploū, as she nodded and began to be consumed in white light. She then emerged in her human form, and proceeded to remove an iLac from her pocket. She began to play an instrumental song, and proceeded to dance elegantly through the snow around them. Being as white as the snow, she blended in quite well, and twirled throughout. Rain watched, while shuffling her cards faster and faster through one hand while puffing smoke out of her mouth.

"Would you like a reading?"

Rain.

As Drip danced, Drop soon followed her, dancing with his sister as if they were dancing in a ballroom. Both in human form, they would look contrasting in black and white opposing outfits, representing their personalities which contrast from one-another. Rain got joy from watching this small performance as she shuffled her cards, appeasing her dimension from extremely far away. However, this performance soon halted at the noise which was produced by another entity, a humanoid one at that. "Stop." Rain commanded her two pets, as they quickly faded into an invisible version of their humanoid forms and retreated to behind where Rain was sitting upon the rock. As the wind and rain hit the black-haired woman's body, her eyes soon fell upon what appeared to be a female which had trudged through the snow just as she did. Fate? Who knows how they could have anticipated each-other's presence in this location, but it definitely was not planned. However, her reasoning to come here was to see if the rumors she had heard from allies in the past were true, and this one being could prove them correct or incorrect.

The being looked to be in a blue flowing dress of sorts, and she looked elegant just as how Rain did on this day. While she continued to shuffle her cards, her eyes scanned the girl up and down as a means to analyze her vitals and physical information, looking to see if she was a target to be executed. However, a sudden urge told her that the being held no ill intentions, but this vision could have been incorrect in multiples of ways. "I am not lost, I am fully aware of my presence here.." Rain would tell the being through their own mind, as she was incapable of speaking verbally. Luckily, she had mastered the ability to speak to others through the mind, so she would be able to put what she would say inside other's minds as if they had heard her speak verbally. This voice would sound pure and almost artificial, nearly perfect. No cracks or flaws, this voice would sound like a straight line of peace and tranquility, leaving a slow echo in the mind. "I have heard rumors... that of which would not hold a good reputation to ordinary folk.." she would tell the being in a response to their comment, as her mind would wander slightly to thought. The true reason she was here was to observe and try to find the location of a certain guild hall she had heard rumors about from acquaintances, which she sadly outlived. A dark guild at that, she was influenced by those old acquaintances to join it as they were in it many years ago. However, due to her reluctance, she passed on the opportunity.

"You can call me Rain, I would appreciate that greatly.." she would tell the being with a blank face through the mind, as she slowly ascended from the rock and walked behind it. From there, she would descend onto her knees and spread out her cards across the flat rock in a nearly-perfect fashion. "Would you like a reading? Please, sit." she would tell the being mentally, as all of the cards sat still, upside-down while containing each card from its true exposure. If the being were to accept her offer, she would motion her to sit across from her to where she would be able to give a beautiful reading. If the being were to decline, she would simply stare at her in thought, wondering what to do next with the being's presence.

"Would you like a reading?"

Rain.

"You... you think we looked beautiful while dancing? Thank you!" Drip exclaimed as she burst out of her invisible form, a smile stretching across her face. Rain's eyes widened at the sight of this, as she did not inform the white girl that she had permission to do so. "Drop, you can come out too, I guess." she would tell him through the mind, as he would slowly appear behind his sister. He was in a black tuxedo, ordained with a red boutonniere above his heart. Rain's eyes slowly blinked as she listened to the entity speak, claiming that she did not enjoy Rain's actions of speaking to her through the mind. She let out a deep breath and motioned for Drip to explain to her the reason, as the white-dressed girl would bow and then begin to explain.

"Rain is unable to speak verbally in this realm. It is unknown why, but she just simply cannot do it. She would like to apologize for doing so, but she would also like to let you know that either she has to do that to relay information, or make us talk for her. She has an interesting mind..." Drip began to tell the being, as Drop stepped forward and picked up his sister into his arms. "The mind is sacred, but it is simply one of the only ways... I am sorry." he would tell them, as they would slowly begin to be developed in a dark light as they would slowly switch back to their typical forms. They would stay visible because Rain would let them do so, considering that this entity would not appear hostile in the slightest to the mistress. They would both run toward the mistress and grab her pipe and umbrella, as Rain would simply stare at the being with open eyes.

"Yes, rumors. Of a certain group of individuals that lie in this mountain range, striking others through the shadows. I suppose you have never heard of them?" Rain would speak through Drip, as she slowly recollected her cards and slid them back into her small box she would keep them in. She was rather appalled that she was told to come somewhere else, which she usually would not listen to, but she was there for an objective and thought that it could possibly aid her in this. She would pick up the umbrella as the two pets would sit above it once again, and would begin puffing smoke out of her pipe. After all, the entity that seemed to be named 'Yuiisai' did have good reasoning for wanting to go somewhere else, considering her cards could have blown across the field if a strong enough wind would come.

As they approached the cabin and opened the door, she was greeted with a rather beautiful setting along with a table of sorts that she would be directed to sit at. Rain would close her umbrella and grab both of her puffballs that were pets, and would begin stroking both of their heads as she opened her deck storage once again, beginning to shuffle the cards with both of her hands this time. It was her tradition to shuffle the cards before a reading, as she would look into the being's eyes once again. "She will be doing a one-card wonder reading, just let her know when you are ready. As for the tea, she likes hers with low amounts of sugar. Also, I am Drop. The white one is Drip, my twin sister." Drop would tell the being for Rain, as she would look down at the backs of her cards slowly shifting through her hands in a beautiful way.

"Would you like a reading?"

For the longest time, Ahote had been isolated on these snow-covered mountains. He had lots of time to think, to play by himself, to read. One would normally think that this boy had a normal childhood. That’s what he thought, anyway. Even when living in Magnolia with Kanix and Fairy Tail, he didn’t have the childhood other kids had. Kanix was always away on jobs, and his babysitter changed as often as he changed clothes, and his Father was never there for him, only briefly seeing him once.

Unlike Fairy Tail, things here at Basilisk Fang never seemed to change. He recognized the same faces, explored every nook and cranny of Mt. Hakobe, and visited the entire chain of villages that were scattered around the mountain, learning just about everyone’s faces, and everyone learning his. He had a lot of time on his hands, and the time that was spent with his family was often grim and depressing, if not violent. The most recent time he spent with both Famine and Sol was raiding some guild’s port, and really, he only had a vague understanding of what guilds were. No one ever told him anything, no one ever let him see anything, go anywhere. Sometimes he felt like he knew this mountain and the lonely castle that stood at its peak more than anything else. He knew where the bumps under the snow was, he knew which trees had more moss than the others, he knew where all the caves were, where all the mines are. He kept records of all the different species of animals and plants he found and studied them. His room became like a small laboratory. Lots of records, lots of paper, and books that equated to twice as many.

It was an understanding of his home that kept him going, hoping that he’d learn something new about it if he explored the same places more often. It was really only recently that he began to sneak out on jobs given to him by the malicious villagers nearest to the castle, often simple work even a child could do. But it was an opportunity to explore beyond these mountains.

It was midday by the time Ahote decided to go down the mountain again. He wore a heavy coat made of wool, with a scarf knitted from cotton, walking down the mountain and to the nearest village. As usual, the snowy fog that swallowed the mountain would prevent any other man from walking two steps ahead of himself without tripping over a rock, but could see perfectly. He knew what figures he was looking for, and as expected, they appeared in the near distance. Ahote began to walk faster.

As he would enter the village, he asked the closest villager about the whereabouts of his bags imported the other day. “Where are those flowers I asked for?” Ahote spoke in a hushed voice. If anything, he was bullied by the villagers. They always talked down to him, threw things, spit, said cruel things. Sometimes he wondered if they were the embodiment of evil, and he had no one and nothing to vent to about it. All this anger, paranoia, and frustration slowly welling up inside of him.

The villager directed him to the cabin nearby with a nasty look, where other items could be stored in its storage room. It was also a place for travellers to come and stay, but often times they were chased off the mountain. He wanted no one unfamiliar here. There was beauty in things staying the same. No more change. No more.

Ahote turned and walked over to the cabin with his hands tucked into his coat pockets. He felt no cold, if anything, he was hot. Living on a snowy mountain for a while gets you adapting well. He just wanted to feel some sort of warmth, closure.

As he arrived at the small building, he noticed two pairs of fresh footsteps nearly submerged in a clean layer of snow. The flowers arrived last night, any and all footsteps should be covered completely. . . he thought to himself. With a scrunched up face and eyes full of both curiosity and caution, he pushed the door open with a rushed breaths, clouds of icy oxygen releasing from his mouth.

What he would find are two strangers. Almost immediately he directed his shock and anger towards the woman adorned in a far eastern attire and her familiar, but exchanged glares to the others as well. He didn’t expect them to know him, but Ahote knew just about everyone. Although, it was unusual for a member not to know who Ahote was, Famine’s pupil, son, and was humbly taken in by some of Basilisk Fang’s highest ranking members as their own. He felt like some kind of special royalty.

”Who are you all? Why are you here? You guys can’t be here and must leave immediately…” Ahote spoke quietly but sternly. A rush of anxiety and confusion filled his stomach. The boy had been so alone for so long that a new face was like watching the world be destroyed and reborn all over again. It was an experience. ”You all can’t be here.” Ahote said again with sharp, empty eyes. Despite these rush of feelings, he expressed nothing. He was truly dying inside, growing as cold as this mountain as the days passed by.

Rain.

As Rain shuffled her cards faster and faster to the point where an ordinary being would not be able to, it had seemed as though the presence of the two Ploū, Rain, and Yuiisai were now met with a third being in the cabin. As Rain turned, this male appeared to look angry or frustrated, which she made a mental note of. He looked to be young, which made Rain feel as though she wanted to roll her eyes at the sight of. After all, this was a travelers cabin so she could not complain, but she definitely did not enjoy his tone. He was demanding that they needed to leave at once, and as he said that, she motioned her pets to return to their invisible forms and sit where she once was. She ascended from the chair she was sitting in and slowly looked the boy up and down, analyzing his body.

"Don't. We are here now, and you cannot do anything to stop us." she would mentally tell the boy, as her voice would echo through in the means of a nearly perfect style. Despite the tone of anger that her voice in the mind would possess, her face would look surprisingly calm, and she would gently shuffle her cards through the air as she stood in-front of him. She was not happy that a calm moment of tea and reading was interrupted by a small and flustered boy, but she would just ignore the fact and prepare to sit once again where she was along with her servants. However, this thought and action was soon interrupted by another entrance into the cabin, this time from what appeared to be a boy a bit older than the first, with a beautiful lean body and an apparent guild mark on the center of his chest. As Rain turned once again, her eyes widened at the sight.

"That is the guild mark..." she would say to both of her pets mentally, as they would both jump out of invisibility and onto each of her shoulders. Rain would quickly bow in honor for who this man was, as she knew that if he were to truly be from where she was looking for, he would definitely not be one to mess with. There was immense magical energy in the small cabin, and it hinted that there definitely was not a lack of mages in the area. "I... I am Rain, The Black Witch of the Second Tarot Realm. You seem to have something that I am looking for..." she would tell the man that had walked in last mentally, as her voice would sound a bit more crackled as it usually would while speaking. She was not expecting to find this so fast, therefore she was a bit shocked due to the sight. Both of her pets would sit on the shoulders of the black-haired witch, as they would both scan the bodies of each mage in the room in a means to make sure that they were reliable.

"Would you like a reading?"

Ahote couldn't help but succumb to his insecurity, flushed with anger and anxiety. He rolled his fingers back into his cold palms, clenching them so sharply that the icy numbness was washed over with a stinging pain, loosening his grip after the quiet realization that he may draw his own blood. Ahote hadn't seen new faces in months, much less several new faces in the same room. Although, those months felt like years to him. Everything did. Every step his took, breath he breathed, word he read. Over time, there was less and less to occupy himself with inside a castle by himself. Less and less to distract him from his own self. His thoughts, his frustration, his overwhelming anxiety. He felt like he was going insane. Maybe it was an exaggeration, maybe it wasn't.

There were times when he would go to the deeper parts of Basilisk Fang, where slaves and servants were quartered, and wanted to hurt them. Ahote had no ill will towards them. In fact, he did the best he could to avoid them, as he didn't want to insert himself as above them. But now? Now he just wanted to hit something, let out his anger on someone. God forbid one of those somethings be Sol or Famine, or anyone with magical capability for that matter. The child the servants often regarded as kind and understanding, now looked at them with cold, empty eyes. Yes, often times he felt angry, frustrated, anxious, lonely. Other times? Nothing. Just emptiness.

Before Ahote could quietly grab his flowers and leave, a powerful thud became apparent, followed by a mighty roar. Ahote had never heard anything like it, and instantly began to tremble with his eyes widened and body tense. Who would walk in the cabin would be no other than his Father, who had been absent for the longest time according to Ahote. He stared at the much taller man with startled and angry eyes, "Fathe-..." Ahote began, but was quickly cut short by Sol's assertive reminder. Ahote looked down at his feet, biting his lip, and said nothing more.

Afterwards, Ahote became a quiet sponge, letting all the words in the conversation sink in. He heard them, but didn't listen as he slowly became submerged in his own thoughts. There they go again, looking down on me... I'll send them all to hell. Each and every one of them. Even Father. He still calls me hatchling without bothering to even see how much I've grown as a person. I'll know more about this mountain and these villages than he will ever learn in a lifetime. These strangers... they should leave. They can't stay. Even if they do stay, they'd be out as often as Father and Mother. They'd be non existent. And I will have to live with the fact that they are present but never here. These villagers must burn in hell,
so must Father, so must these women... they will.. I will see to it... I'll be the righteous one...
I can't take it much longer... I-- Ahote's self loathing was cut short when the mysterious, pale woman spoke but in silence. Ahote widened his eyes in horror as he realized that no lips had moved, no expression had changed, but was spoken directly into his mind. How cruel. How cruel, Ahote would think. He felt tears begin to well up in the back of his eyes. His one sacred place, his mind, was being invaded.

Ahote held the tears in, as his skin did not so much as become wet with a tear. He did not truly hate Sol, or Famine, or anyone in this room. He simply had a lot of malice and anger welled up inside, created from the nasty and wicked behavior directed at him from the villagers and his failure to talk to anyone about it. He didn't know what to do with these feelings or how to handle it, and instead directed it at this lot.

"Surprise for you to show up. You're never around anyway, people coming and going wouldn't make a damn difference..." Ahote whispered in a quiet, hushed voice. He didn't expect them to hear him, but he underestimated their ability to hear. Ahote liked to believe he hated these people, but he was simply a child wanting some attention, some warmth, some kindness.

Rain.

The lean man with black hair in which Rain bowed to introduced himself as Sol, an ace of the guild she was looking for along with being the King of Dragons. She did a slight curtsy when he mentioned this, to show honor for his name. Her mind was ticking through information of her old allies which she had outlived, which showed that immortality was a blessing and a curse. "That is indeed why I am here, as some older members had been my allies in the past. I have outlived them and will continue to do so, as I have existed for all of eternity..." she began to tell him, as she quickly held back the rest of the information. She was not sure if she were able to share that she was the spawn of Satan, even if they were a dark guild with the objective to kill. Having the name Diabolus was definitely a pro and con, as people would tremble at the mention as well as suppose that one was a negative person. This wouldn't be too far from the truth, but only to people she did not consider allies.

The Dragon King introduced the boy which seemed flustered in an earlier time which seemed to be named Ahote, which seemed to stick to her mind like glue. She saw potential in the boy, but she definitely realized that he needed to control his anger. However, her thoughts were soon interrupted by the man asking for a reading, which definitely pleased Rain's senses. "Why of course, I definitely will not disappoint you. I will be administering the reading myself, as I would like to dedicate this reading to everyone in the general area rather than just a single individual. This will be a Past, Present, Future spread, as you suggested three. I have done Tarot for all of eternity, so I will make sure to satisfy your needs in any means necessary to accompany this reading. Please keep in mind that these are a mere suggestion, and can fail or be incorrect if acted upon." she would tell Sol mentally, as she would bow and slowly walk towards a table which was right next to where he was standing. Her two pets would switch into their human forms and would stand behind her, watching her every move.

She quickly shuffled her cards once more almost at the speed of sound, and then spread them across the table facing the audience that would be receiving the reading. She would take a deep breath before beginning to tap her fingers on the table, taking a sip of the tea that was generously provided to her before channeling the realm that was her own. "First, I will be picking the card that will represent the general past to a certain extent. May this be accurate, I can only hope." Drip would speak for Rain, as the black-haired mistress would select a card towards the middle of the deck. She would flip the card over and place it on the far right of her side, being the left of the people watching the reading. This was the Knight of Swords, which depicted a woman in full armor and long, brown hair. She looked to be fighting what appeared to be another person with a similar sword. "Interesting..." Drop would say for Rain, as she would proceed to scan the cards upon the table and pick a next one.

She reached toward the middle once again and flipped the card just as she did the last time, and this card was The Fool, the first card of the deck. This depicted a man holding a stick with a dog, and looked to be a bit amused as well as looking for a venture. "Fitting." Drip would say aloud, as Rain would slide that card into the center beside the other pulled card and proceeded to pull a next. She reached the the left and flipped a card that she picked, which appeared to be the Ten of Cups. This was an adventurer which appeared to have cups levitating around her, and she looked to have finally met her goal. She set the card down and bowed, swiping the rest of the cards up besides the three drawn and set them on the side of the table. "The reading is done, and Rain has analyzed these meanings that have been drawn." Drop would say aloud, as she would take a sip of her tea and begin to look around the room.

"The past has been represented by the Knight of Swords... This can be seen as a possible hatred that had been brewing in the past... has it stopped, I am unaware. It has possibly been expressed in mental or physical violence. That is all I could pull from that card." she would tell them all through Drip, as she began to explain the present. "The present has been represented by The Fool. The first card in the deck, it represents an upcoming adventure of sorts. The Fool almost always stands for new beginnings, new experiences and new choices. I feel as though this is extremely fitting, especially for I, considering I have met all of you on this day." she would tell them through Drop, as she would move to the final pull. "The future has been represented by the Ten of Cups... The Ten of Cups refers to cycles completed, journeys finished and lives well lived in the company of others. A rather beautiful card, I am glad that this has been pulled. What a beautiful suggestion.." Drip would say, as Rain would take a final gulp of her tea before finishing.

"I am very satisfied of this reading, I hope you are too..." Drip would say for Rain, as the mistress would bow her head and shuffle her cards once again.

"Would you like a reading?"

Ahote’s expression of resentment morphed into one of shock and tension when his wide eyes winced and face cringed as Sol’s larger, stronger hand slapped upside his head. It didn’t actually hurt, per se, he simply wasn’t expecting it. Ahote raised a hand to the back of his head and rubbed it tenderly, clicking his tongue in irritation as Sol would demand he apologize to the guests. The boy looked up from his feet and glared at Yuiisai and Rain and said nothing. Refused to say anything, rather. As if I’d apologize to them. Over my cold, dead body. Never in a million years. . . Ahote thought to himself, ranting on about the nature of this situation. The boy looked back down at his feet again, silent.

It was not long after his silence that Yuiisai, an apparent man, walked over to him and escorted him outside the building. As usual, temperatures remained below zero. But coming from a warm and snug cabin, the sudden punch of freezing wind to the face left his nose red and ears redder.

Ahote still remained looking down, refusing to make eye contact with the guest. He apparently had some relationship with Sol. What a surprise, simply astonishing. Never in a million years would Ahote have ever guessed that this was the case. He didn’t know anything about his Father, his parents, even the guild he resided in. His life was nothing but secrets and abandonment and adapting to the circumstances, and he was sick of it. All sorts of thoughts whirled through his mind nowadays. The villagers’ bullying, his parents’ secrecy, him not being as good as every other person who lived in the fortress. The mere thought of it made Ahote grind his teeth together in anger.

However, Ahote’s fuming can to an abrupt halt when Yuiisai’s kind and gentle words reached his ears. He created analogies and comparisons after noticing the hatred Ahote radiated, which had been more shocking than Yuiisai actually escorting him outside, as he thought he hid it pretty well. Ahote took note of that and only lifted his head high enough to see the older man’s chest. His skin looked smooth, his hair long and well kept, and suspected that his face was beautiful as the boy didn’t take the time to truly study it.

Unlike earlier, Ahote didn’t simply hear him, but listened. Yuiisai’s analogy didn’t particularly have too much impact on him, but his words nearing the end did. Once the words ‘true path’ rolled off his tongue and slipped through his lips, Ahote’s eyes widened just a bit. True path? What is a true path? How can one discover this and how will they know if it’s their true path? These questions led him back to Yuiisai’s earlier analogy about the purity of snow and people. Was this hatred just temporary? Would it simply… pass? Like any other emotion? Ahote didn’t have enough experience with the spectrum of emotion to come to a conclusion and thus, left him stumped.

Eager to ask these questions, Ahote’s cold, dry lips parted for what seemed to be a quick second before closing again. He couldn’t work up the courage to speak. Sol’s disciplining earlier combined with the shock of the pale woman’s invasion of privacy kept him quiet. Ahote nodded in silence after Yuiisai attempt to confirm his understanding of his lecture, tossing a ball of snow at him. In that instant, Ahote kept his head as low as he could in order to hide his smile.
As Yuiisai would then bring them back into the cabin, for a brief, brief moment, Ahote raised his head to view Yuiisai in full, his eyes wide with awe and cheeks flushed with red at their beauty. It had been a long time since someone held his hand, and he loved it. Though, would not admit something so embarrassing.

The two returned to the group, Ahote quickly diverging paths from Yuiisai and over to the shelves in the corner of the cabin, unsure of what to do or say now that he’s had his share of the guests. The raven haired boy looked around the shelves for his requested flowers, which should be tightly sealed in a jar or in a sack full of soil. Ahote looked about for a tag with his name on it before finding it attached to a jar. Lucky for him, it had saturated soil inside. And saturated soil? I’ll have to thank that man, later... He thought to himself with a soft smile, excited for his upcoming analysis. Problem was it was far too high up on the shelf to reach. Realizing the limits of his own height, Ahote grumpily turned over to Sol with pleading eyes. But immediately after which, he turned away from his Father and looked around the room for some sort of stool.

Of course, this was a cabin with furnishings and appliances. It was no surprise there was some aid nearby should anyone have trouble reaching the higher shelves. Ahote, thinking about this, wondered if it was the villager who placed it on that shelf in order to indirectly spark a fuse in the boy. The thought of it motivated Ahote enough to stomp over to the stool and do it himself. Shortly after picking it up, however, Ahote would find that one of the stool’s pegs was broken and out of place. Contemplating it for a moment, he continued on with his quest for the ultimate specimen.

Ahote placed the stool underneath where the jar was and carefully stepped onto it. It shook and wobbled, leaving Ahote hesitant to continue. But the shine of the glass jar in a fire-lit room prompted him to keep moving forward, and did so, quickly. Unfortunately, too quickly he did move, and as Ahote would step on his tippy-toes to just grasp the jar, the stool broke in on itself forward, causing Ahote to fall.. In the same direction. Noticing the shift in balance, Ahote’s eyes widened and made startled squeaks as his upper body charged forward, but his lower half struggling to find a surface, leaving his disoriented and panicky. Ahote subconsciously made great efforts to keep a tight grip on the jar, but was further disoriented when his face slammed into the edge of a shelf, right onto the bridge and tip of his nose, and the jar slipping out of his grasp among the confusion. This did not stop Ahote, however! With a beet-red nose and eyes full of determination, Ahote shifted his position just before the last toe left the stool and catched the jar moments before it shattered on the floorboards. Safe, it was! But not Ahote. With a large thud, the youngest wizard in the room fell right on his belly, face-first.

Upon raising his head, an excited smile and eyes full of relief could be seen. And his nose? Bleeding. But worth it! ”Thank god. . .” He sighed to himself. He would surely confront the villager about the placing of his requested items from now on.