There's a time in every young man's life that he seeks to strike out on his own, to blaze his own trails! Aven Alveron was no exception, the restlessness growing steadily as he poured through a few ancient texts his noble connections had afforded him access to. They were regarding a strange substance, found in microscopically trace amounts all around the known world. So far, those two volumes were the only record he'd even found of it's existence, and the information they held was as scant as it's universal distribution. With a sigh, he clapped the book shut, heaving it on top of the stack of research materials he'd been cross-referencing. Aviel had explained the bare minimum of the substance, which the angel had coined 'Dark Matter', but had been reluctant to explain everything about it. Apparently, there were aspects that even Aviel was unsure of, as the Seraph hadn't been born in their universe, and only certain aspects of the material were parallel to the 'Dark Matter' he'd once known. It was crucial that Aven discover its secrets; after all, he was entirely composed of the material.
A summer breeze filtered through the open windows, ruffling his soft, white hair. Aven glanced up and out at the dimensional barrier surrounding the Alveron Estate. He'd never noticed as a child, but it truly was claustrophobic there, cut off from the outside world. Even if it had been a precaution to keep Aven safe from capture like his brother, he was no longer a child in need of protecting. He rose from his desk, the chair skidding noisily on the sleek wooden floor. He'd done enough research and development for a lifetime, it seemed: it was time for some rest and relaxation! Besides, his Mother was off on Military Business, and his Father dealing with a recent upheaval in the Noble community. Hands down, it was the perfect time to get away and unwind.
The question was, where would he go? If he went to Magnolia, he'd probably just get sucked into another job with the Guild. He pondered the thought for a short while, because his memory sparked, and he reached into his desk, pulling out a flyer that Lucy had handed him the other day: it was a limited advertisement for Rozette Travels, a tourist company that was holding a giveaway in celebration of its anniversary. He had the flyer, so he supposed it would have been a waste not to use it.
Dressing in a pair of rather elastic blue jeans, a white undershirt, and a blue short sleeve button-down that hung casually off his shoulders, he made his way toward the door. A small regret surfaced; he hadn't been shopping since his rigorous training with Aviel, so his normally fitted undershirts were all a bit tight around the chest, accentuated some of the progress he'd made. It wasn't a big concern, not on a trip like this, but he'd been wary of his choice of clothing ever since his mishap with confusing the cover of "Boys to Wizards" for a fashion magazine. Never to make that mistake again, he slipped on the only pair of non-dress shoes he owned, some navy Sperry's, and headed out into the courtyard. With a short snap of his fingers, a circle appeared, inscribed with a great many Glyphs: the Alveron Family Transport Circle.
Aven stepped into the gate it formed, and when he emerged, he was at the Rose Garden. Only a short walk away, he found the Rozette Travel agency, and proceeded through the motions. They checked his passport- all good, of course- and handed him a small magical Lacrima for translation. Odd, he hadn't considered that they would be speaking other languages outside the country, but it certainly made sense. He'd never left Fiore, besides entering Purgatory once to aid Aviel in a dire fight. Before he could leave, however, the Travel Agent stopped him. "Actually, sir, you're not the only one who's won the giveaway! You'll be traveling alongside our other winner, she arrived just a little bit ago: where did she get off to...?"
Aven cocked an eyebrow. Traveling with someone else? He'd signed up to rest and relax on a small vacation, he wasn't so sure about sharing that with a complete stranger. Still, they'd likely only be traveling on the same transports to get there, it wasn't as if he'd be required to actually get to know them. He turned around, following the wandering gaze of the Travel Agent as the man swept the room, a small curiosity present as to who he'd be traveling alongside.
[Word Count: 772.]
[Word Count Total: 772/16000.]
A summer breeze filtered through the open windows, ruffling his soft, white hair. Aven glanced up and out at the dimensional barrier surrounding the Alveron Estate. He'd never noticed as a child, but it truly was claustrophobic there, cut off from the outside world. Even if it had been a precaution to keep Aven safe from capture like his brother, he was no longer a child in need of protecting. He rose from his desk, the chair skidding noisily on the sleek wooden floor. He'd done enough research and development for a lifetime, it seemed: it was time for some rest and relaxation! Besides, his Mother was off on Military Business, and his Father dealing with a recent upheaval in the Noble community. Hands down, it was the perfect time to get away and unwind.
The question was, where would he go? If he went to Magnolia, he'd probably just get sucked into another job with the Guild. He pondered the thought for a short while, because his memory sparked, and he reached into his desk, pulling out a flyer that Lucy had handed him the other day: it was a limited advertisement for Rozette Travels, a tourist company that was holding a giveaway in celebration of its anniversary. He had the flyer, so he supposed it would have been a waste not to use it.
Dressing in a pair of rather elastic blue jeans, a white undershirt, and a blue short sleeve button-down that hung casually off his shoulders, he made his way toward the door. A small regret surfaced; he hadn't been shopping since his rigorous training with Aviel, so his normally fitted undershirts were all a bit tight around the chest, accentuated some of the progress he'd made. It wasn't a big concern, not on a trip like this, but he'd been wary of his choice of clothing ever since his mishap with confusing the cover of "Boys to Wizards" for a fashion magazine. Never to make that mistake again, he slipped on the only pair of non-dress shoes he owned, some navy Sperry's, and headed out into the courtyard. With a short snap of his fingers, a circle appeared, inscribed with a great many Glyphs: the Alveron Family Transport Circle.
Aven stepped into the gate it formed, and when he emerged, he was at the Rose Garden. Only a short walk away, he found the Rozette Travel agency, and proceeded through the motions. They checked his passport- all good, of course- and handed him a small magical Lacrima for translation. Odd, he hadn't considered that they would be speaking other languages outside the country, but it certainly made sense. He'd never left Fiore, besides entering Purgatory once to aid Aviel in a dire fight. Before he could leave, however, the Travel Agent stopped him. "Actually, sir, you're not the only one who's won the giveaway! You'll be traveling alongside our other winner, she arrived just a little bit ago: where did she get off to...?"
Aven cocked an eyebrow. Traveling with someone else? He'd signed up to rest and relax on a small vacation, he wasn't so sure about sharing that with a complete stranger. Still, they'd likely only be traveling on the same transports to get there, it wasn't as if he'd be required to actually get to know them. He turned around, following the wandering gaze of the Travel Agent as the man swept the room, a small curiosity present as to who he'd be traveling alongside.
[Word Count: 772.]
[Word Count Total: 772/16000.]