mercy ⚜ beryl

The serenity of nature was beautiful when there was no disturbances present. As nice as it was to be out and about doing whatever she was meant to as a mage, whether it be defending a village or just working with fellow legal mages; not much mattered when she was out in nature. She wasn't Lilium Santiais. She wasn't an Ace of Black Rose. She wasn't the Saint of Sacrifice. She was free to be whoever she wanted to be at heart. Just Lilium. As odd as it was, the holy mage cherished the sound of silence every day but had never had the time to appreciate it as of late. With all the hustle of her previous missions, it was rather nice to simply take a day off.

She hadn't really informed anyone of where she was going either, not even Arthur. Even if he did know where she was, he was respecting her boundaries and promised not materialize unless he was absolutely needed. And that had to be verbally spoken by the woman. They were becoming a lot more aware of what the other wanted, as they've been around each other so much that they were becoming accustomed to the other's personality. They could speak with simple gestures and it was a bond that Lilium cherished. She had yet to meet people who she could trust like Arthur, but perhaps thinking in an optimistic light about that matter would benefit her more in the long run. She'd be able to meet more people. More genuine people who that she'd be willing to trust. Maybe even, someone she could... The holy mage felt her face warm slightly as her cheeks were dusted with a light pink. Covering her face with her hands, she'd think about dialing down the optimism quite a bit because that way of thinking was too forward. Stuff like that shouldn't even be considered even when the noble woman didn't even have much friends to begin with.

Closing her book, she'd lay it on the grass down next to her as her eyes turned to the view overlooking the cliff. It was still midday but the holy mage had a sneaking suspicion that the view that was here looked even better at sunset. The book would fade away into a golden light as the holy mage crossed her legs as she undid the ribbon within her hair. Humming a quiet melody to herself, the holy mage would simply get lost in her thoughts as she took in the view of the world around her. The melody progressively got louder until the holy mage actually began to sing. It was a simple song. A lullaby that she had heard a long time ago that one of the maids in her household sang. It was somewhat repetitive but each lyric held meaning to the former noble. It was one of the few things that she had cherished growing up, and while it wouldn't reveal anything about her situation while growing up, it sure was to attract visitors to her location, whether she wanted them to come or not.

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