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The cool gray clouds cast mild shadows in the lush evergreens, their unchanging pines waving gently in the harsh breeze. It was the kind of cold you could feel travel all the way to your lungs, chilling your insides with crisp mountain air. The quiet clouds blotting out the sun heralded potential rain, seeing as it wasn’t cold enough for snow, but despite the conditions a lone hooded traveller still sought to venture through the evergreen forest. The pines towered into the sky, their dark branches brushing against the fast moving clouds. And yet amongst the maze of green a blot of red walked, their eyes glued to the forest path. Of course, this was none other than Althea, dressed in a crimson hoodie on top a black one piece. Her usually free falling blonde hair had been tied up, the ribbon she usually wore in her hand nowhere to be seen.
Usually, the youth had an absolutely atrocious sense of direction, but seeing as she was back in the mountains she called home navigating was no longer a problem. Of course, she wasn’t overly familiar with the path to Mountain Village, but she’d been there once before and that was enough. On the occasion she had last visited the remote village, it had been back when she was much weaker. A job had been sent out to subjugate a group of chupacabras who’d been terrorizing villagers, and they were actually rather simple to deal with. Then again, everything Althea had come across as “easy to deal with”. She never had the ability to take jobs that were outside her ability denoted by the Council. And yet she had grown to a degree where she was considered to be a “S-rank mage”. For many, this was as far as they’d ever hope to get power-wise, but Althea refused for that to apply to her as well. But then again, if you left every fight with minimal injuries, how are you going to grow? Honestly, the most challenging job of her career had been a certain incident in Hargeon. But even then it wasn’t the Magic Council’s ranking system that had dictated her participation. She just happened to be there at the moment and was forced to adapt along with the situation.
Her heart warmed at the memories of going around the mist-covered down, faced by enemies much stronger than her. Unfortunately, as time went on in those conditions, she got used to things so quickly that soon things were as easy as they always were. Little did she know that that was due to her traversing a bridge in power during that time, increasing her abilities. Still, the feeling of being backed into a situation she couldn’t just punch really hard to go away was nice. Punching above her weight class was one of the most enjoyable things imaginable for Althea, next to -- of course -- juice. The incident of Hargeon wasn’t perfect, however, in fact it was kind of the reason she was on Phoenix Mountain in the first place.
Either way, that was just one of several reasons Althea was bumming around the mountains, but for the moment she actually had a specific destination. The girl strode through the quiet streets of Mountain Village, but this time around signs of life such as smoke billowing from chimneys signalled the presence of life. She pulled her hood even farther down her face, tucking both of her hands into her sweatshirt pockets. Unfortunately, Althea’s face wasn’t completely unknown, especially in places such as this where she significantly helped out the populace. In the state she was in, the slayer really didn’t want anyone realizing it was her just walking away. The gray clouds above whirled about above as the blonde entered a rather homely looking shop.
Last time Althea was there, a chestnut haired lady who requested the chupacabra slaying job for the village had been the one at the bar head. But now, she was surprised to see the lady was now replaced by an older, silver haired man, although by no means did he seem human. His hair was slicked back neatly, allowing for anyone to see his long, pointy ears. And despite his rather slim build, with his neat white gloves wiping a glass with great care, he emanated a large amount of magical energy. His neatly tended for beard and spectacles suggested he came from a much more acclaimed background than his surroundings suggested. Of course, it was nothing compared to Owatatsumaki, whom Althea had just been acquainted with recently, but who would like being compared to a literal dragon? But either way, if was much more than the everyday mage had.
“I haven’t seen you enter this shop before, miss, are you perhaps a traveller?” The older man smiled jovilly at the girl, setting aside the newly wiped glass. In that warm, inviting grin of his were two slightly elongated canines.
Althea nodded silently, sliding into a bar seat. “...just some juice please.” Althea barely managed to say, her voice coming out in a slightly lower octave than usual.
“Any preference?”
Choosing not to speak again, the blonde simply shook her head.
The older man smiled, “Alright, hope you don’t mind orange then! It’s one of the few juices we have in there parts.”
In fact, Althea didn't mind orange juice, but she didn't say so aloud. Instead she just sat there silently, awaiting the arrival of her beverage.
“Here you go, a tall glass of orange juice.” The mug was slid over to Althea, the teen catching it before it slid right off the counter. Fishing some currency out of her sweatshirt bucket, she went ahead and slide it over to the bartender’s waiting hand. The older man deftly looked over the jewels before offering Althea a charming smile.
Althea let out a sigh, reaching for her juice. She hadn’t really been able to sit down and enjoy some nice juice in a while seeing as a mass amount of jobs prevented her from returning to Fairy Tail too often. Especially this time around, where she really didn't expect to be back at the guild hall for a while. However, instead of grabbing the mug like Althea instructed her body to, her hand simply slapped the thing right onto the floor. The loss of the orange juice was indeed something quite horrible, but her stiff body and shaking hand really left a lot to be desired. The room twirled, doing a few leaps, bounds, and pirouettes around Althea. The lights suddenly became too bright to bear one minute and completely absent the next.
Usually, the youth had an absolutely atrocious sense of direction, but seeing as she was back in the mountains she called home navigating was no longer a problem. Of course, she wasn’t overly familiar with the path to Mountain Village, but she’d been there once before and that was enough. On the occasion she had last visited the remote village, it had been back when she was much weaker. A job had been sent out to subjugate a group of chupacabras who’d been terrorizing villagers, and they were actually rather simple to deal with. Then again, everything Althea had come across as “easy to deal with”. She never had the ability to take jobs that were outside her ability denoted by the Council. And yet she had grown to a degree where she was considered to be a “S-rank mage”. For many, this was as far as they’d ever hope to get power-wise, but Althea refused for that to apply to her as well. But then again, if you left every fight with minimal injuries, how are you going to grow? Honestly, the most challenging job of her career had been a certain incident in Hargeon. But even then it wasn’t the Magic Council’s ranking system that had dictated her participation. She just happened to be there at the moment and was forced to adapt along with the situation.
Her heart warmed at the memories of going around the mist-covered down, faced by enemies much stronger than her. Unfortunately, as time went on in those conditions, she got used to things so quickly that soon things were as easy as they always were. Little did she know that that was due to her traversing a bridge in power during that time, increasing her abilities. Still, the feeling of being backed into a situation she couldn’t just punch really hard to go away was nice. Punching above her weight class was one of the most enjoyable things imaginable for Althea, next to -- of course -- juice. The incident of Hargeon wasn’t perfect, however, in fact it was kind of the reason she was on Phoenix Mountain in the first place.
Either way, that was just one of several reasons Althea was bumming around the mountains, but for the moment she actually had a specific destination. The girl strode through the quiet streets of Mountain Village, but this time around signs of life such as smoke billowing from chimneys signalled the presence of life. She pulled her hood even farther down her face, tucking both of her hands into her sweatshirt pockets. Unfortunately, Althea’s face wasn’t completely unknown, especially in places such as this where she significantly helped out the populace. In the state she was in, the slayer really didn’t want anyone realizing it was her just walking away. The gray clouds above whirled about above as the blonde entered a rather homely looking shop.
Last time Althea was there, a chestnut haired lady who requested the chupacabra slaying job for the village had been the one at the bar head. But now, she was surprised to see the lady was now replaced by an older, silver haired man, although by no means did he seem human. His hair was slicked back neatly, allowing for anyone to see his long, pointy ears. And despite his rather slim build, with his neat white gloves wiping a glass with great care, he emanated a large amount of magical energy. His neatly tended for beard and spectacles suggested he came from a much more acclaimed background than his surroundings suggested. Of course, it was nothing compared to Owatatsumaki, whom Althea had just been acquainted with recently, but who would like being compared to a literal dragon? But either way, if was much more than the everyday mage had.
“I haven’t seen you enter this shop before, miss, are you perhaps a traveller?” The older man smiled jovilly at the girl, setting aside the newly wiped glass. In that warm, inviting grin of his were two slightly elongated canines.
Althea nodded silently, sliding into a bar seat. “...just some juice please.” Althea barely managed to say, her voice coming out in a slightly lower octave than usual.
“Any preference?”
Choosing not to speak again, the blonde simply shook her head.
The older man smiled, “Alright, hope you don’t mind orange then! It’s one of the few juices we have in there parts.”
In fact, Althea didn't mind orange juice, but she didn't say so aloud. Instead she just sat there silently, awaiting the arrival of her beverage.
“Here you go, a tall glass of orange juice.” The mug was slid over to Althea, the teen catching it before it slid right off the counter. Fishing some currency out of her sweatshirt bucket, she went ahead and slide it over to the bartender’s waiting hand. The older man deftly looked over the jewels before offering Althea a charming smile.
Althea let out a sigh, reaching for her juice. She hadn’t really been able to sit down and enjoy some nice juice in a while seeing as a mass amount of jobs prevented her from returning to Fairy Tail too often. Especially this time around, where she really didn't expect to be back at the guild hall for a while. However, instead of grabbing the mug like Althea instructed her body to, her hand simply slapped the thing right onto the floor. The loss of the orange juice was indeed something quite horrible, but her stiff body and shaking hand really left a lot to be desired. The room twirled, doing a few leaps, bounds, and pirouettes around Althea. The lights suddenly became too bright to bear one minute and completely absent the next.