Rose Garden was a lovely place and as the witch swooped over the houses below, it was impossible to keep a small smile from crossing her features. The tingle of magic was everywhere and the angel could feel ever spark. The perfect location for what she had planned today and she could not have been in any higher spirits. Her life had taken a rather large upturn lately and Medeia felt more in touch with herself and her own feelings than she ever had before. There was no longer any miscommunication between her angelic and human sides and as far as she was concerned, she was perfectly in tune with herself. It had taken longer than she had hoped but defeating her father on the mountains of Hakabe had seemed to be the final trigger, much to her relief. With that dealt with, she could now focus on the future and forging her own path.
Today would hopefully be another step along that particular journey and as she came into land, making all those in the area almost jump out of their skins, the always confident witch could not help but look forward to the next phase of her life. Landing gracefully, dressed rather more elegantly than usual, the purple eyed woman would take a seat on the bench behind her and begin to wait. She had heard from her loyal maid of a particular event that a company in the town were putting on, a sweet little ceremony that had peaked the angel’s interest. The mage had always tried to keep rituals like marriage at arms length up until now but as time had passed and she had begun to form friendships, the idea did not seem quite so restricting as it once might have. The thought of taking part in such a ritual was no longer as fear instilling as it had once been for her. Besides, the company was adamant that the marriages were only temporary and in truth, Medeia had already developed her own ideas about what marriage should represent, rather than what the pious church believed it to be.
With a smile, she would briefly lean back against the bench, hoping that her friend would decide to show up. When thinking about who to ask about joining her for this, the face of Sakura had been the first to appear in her mind. Their friendship had certainly started rather strangely and they had gone from a kidnapper and captive situation to friends in one eye opening evening. Yet, that one night, they had become rather close and Medeia had become so fond of the adorable doll. Their friendship meant a great deal to the witch and the raven haired woman hoped that perhaps this little ceremony could show just how much she appreciated her silver tongued friend. No lies, no toying around, just a day that they could spend in each others company and hopefully one that they would both look upon fondly whenever they thought back on it.
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Today would hopefully be another step along that particular journey and as she came into land, making all those in the area almost jump out of their skins, the always confident witch could not help but look forward to the next phase of her life. Landing gracefully, dressed rather more elegantly than usual, the purple eyed woman would take a seat on the bench behind her and begin to wait. She had heard from her loyal maid of a particular event that a company in the town were putting on, a sweet little ceremony that had peaked the angel’s interest. The mage had always tried to keep rituals like marriage at arms length up until now but as time had passed and she had begun to form friendships, the idea did not seem quite so restricting as it once might have. The thought of taking part in such a ritual was no longer as fear instilling as it had once been for her. Besides, the company was adamant that the marriages were only temporary and in truth, Medeia had already developed her own ideas about what marriage should represent, rather than what the pious church believed it to be.
With a smile, she would briefly lean back against the bench, hoping that her friend would decide to show up. When thinking about who to ask about joining her for this, the face of Sakura had been the first to appear in her mind. Their friendship had certainly started rather strangely and they had gone from a kidnapper and captive situation to friends in one eye opening evening. Yet, that one night, they had become rather close and Medeia had become so fond of the adorable doll. Their friendship meant a great deal to the witch and the raven haired woman hoped that perhaps this little ceremony could show just how much she appreciated her silver tongued friend. No lies, no toying around, just a day that they could spend in each others company and hopefully one that they would both look upon fondly whenever they thought back on it.
(505/4000 Words)