névoa of the mist | solo job

♤ Taking a small bite out of a clump of morel mushrooms, Demetria and her traveling companion of nature would slowly walk up a hill up into a small mountain range, which would appear to be fruitful with insects and flora. The two were almost to their destination of the serene cliff, which allegedly was the burial site of the ancient wyvern névoa- the pathway up to the cliff made the princess feel a strange sensation of being within a false home of the wyvernwood, in which she mistook for her own drowsiness. It was about five in the morning within the southeastern mountains of Fiore, though a slight hue of rose coated the horizon; while the rigid rocks that dotted the planet blocked the sunrise, it was clear that with each passing minute it was rising to spread light through the sky.

Reaching a point where the forest cut off onto a hill, it was apparent to the duo that they were close to their waypoint; docking the traveling cart inside a bunch of trees, the nature spirit Isidore would shut their gaming system and grab a small pack of various items and plants, similar to the larger pack that the healing mage packed among her side. "Do you have the book, Isidore~?" she would ask while letting out a yawn, "because I'm all ready!" A magical mushroom charm would burst into that of the magical tome of knowledge, slipping immediately back into its previous form. Nodding and hopping onto the shoulders of the elf, the two would slowly slip through thick brush and their blossoms, nearing the lower dip of the cliffside.

Lush and vibrant, the cliffside seemed to host a wide variety of herbal and fungal life, alongside the occasional juniper tree and wild footprint- it was almost as if wildlife had claimed the cliffside for its own, as it did not look very touched by mage or monster. Marveled by this discovery, Demetria would reach her hand inside the shrubbery and cause it to shimmer and sprout, with each step nearing closer to a smaller clearing beside where the cliff had resided. However, with the darkness still prevalent in the morning sky, the spirit would notice that the mushroom charm holding the tome had begun to prevalently glow. Before Isidore could let out a squeal the book shot toward the slope of the cliff, quickly traveling through the sky; opening a bright magical circle below the book, the light begun to outline a figure hiding within the plant life coating the clearing. It appeared to be the fallen wyvern névoa's remains, sitting quietly in the form of a skeleton.

Allowing her magical energy to pour outward into the cliff's soil, the wyvernwood princess would slowly near the burial site, clasping a small squishy manifestation of a mushroom that had been summoned in her hands due to excitement. Reaching what appeared to be the skull of the wyvern, the mage leaned forward and placed both of her hands upon the cheeks of the draconic creature, causing the surrounding grass to blossom with bright white flowers and ivies- from this a bright light would appear over the girl, which would emit a small glowing set of magical stairs, which looked to be adorned with mushrooms and plant life. Out of this would come what appeared to be a spirit body of the grove, which delicately jumped down each step individually, as if they were a magical rabbit.

"You smell like her too, just like a magic mushroo~," the creature would giggle as it would speak, slowly descending upon the back of the remains, "I've been sitting here for a really long time, but nobody could see me. Now, why dooo you come to my burial site?" Letting out a deep breath, it was true- due to the pure energy emitted from her soul, Demetria had granted the spirit of the wyvern a grove spirit body, allowing it to peacefully roam the cliffside once more within her presence. Jumping down from the shoulder of the mage, Isidore would look toward the spirit and summon a giant leaf, which they would begin to utilize as a parasol. "You stand in the presence of Demetria Vysc-" upon beginning to royally introduce the pair, the princess would walk over to the spirit and sit next to it upon the side of the wyvern's skeleton, interrupting Isidore.

"Do you happen to know of Mycella, the wyvern of the magical mycelium?" Demetria look down to the small being, which began to balance on the sharp back-bones that shot into the canopy of a juniper tree. "Of course I do, you actually smell like her a lot," the spirit would squeal and slide down the framework of the bones, "but to find her you're going to have to follow the way! follow the way! mushy mushy way~". Shimmering into fragments of pollen and light, the spirit body would fade into the sky and begin its journey as an ascending soul- having held on for thousands of years, the soul could not hold on much longer, and allowed the princess to ease it into peace. Sighing in frustration, the nature spirit would sadly begin to walk back to the traveling cart, leaving Demetria sitting upon the wyvern's back.

Sliding down the side of the draconic creature similar to the soul of Névoa, it was clear that the healing potency of the mage was beginning to grow with this new information; bundles of magical plants and mushrooms would appear to sprout up around the burial site, encasing the remains in vines of ivy and thick foliage. It was as if the dewdrops would remain with the empty shell of the mist wyvern forever, and would forge new areas for other living creatures to thrive upon the cliffside. While the information that was presented to the princess was not very helpful, it proved that the two were on the right track in terms of their research on the wyvern race, alongside the retrieval of Mycella. Pulling out her map to look for the closest city to stop in and offer her magical wonders, it was clear to the mushroom witch that her journey was just beginning within Fiore- mayhaps it was the nation of Ishgar that withheld their destiny. Smiling to herself as she would walk toward the traveling cart, magical plants would sprout behind her every footstep, resonating with the glow inside of her emerald optics.

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