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Magnolia was certainly pretty, she’d give it that. Saffron didn’t have a whole lot of exposure to coastal communities, having grown up in Bosco. She was used to extremely mountainous landscapes that were peppered with thick forests and grasslands, where the cities were so tightly packed together that they had to build their structures up toward the sky in order to fit as many people as possible into the minimal amount of hospitable space within the nation’s territory. It was almost exactly opposite of where she currently was. Magnolia was fairly spread out along the endless coast, with channels of man made rivers flowing water through the city blocks. The buildings weren’t tiny, but in comparison to the skyscrapers of her home they felt small to her. Quaint, but small. The largest building was a massive cathedral on one end of town, its pointed peaks a visible landmark over just about all the other structures in the city.
She took her time driving through the streets, careful not to race her motorcycle too quickly along the roads. Despite Fiore having a fairly big reputation among Ishgar for being the mage capital of the continent, there really weren’t a whole lot of people utilizing vehicles, even magical ones. A lot of people seemed to travel by boat along the canals, bikes, or even just walking. Saffron didn’t want to disturb the way of life, so she drove only fast enough to keep her bike upright, stopping from time to time as something caught her interest to get off and do a little sightseeing, particularly at any shops that boasted selling magical items. She was extremely interested in such things, if only to compare Fiore’s wares to what she was used to in Bosco.
It was this leisurely sightseeing that ultimately brought her to the hall for the resident guild in the city: Fairy Tail. She had spoken with a number of citizens throughout the day, and many of them had suggested she take the time to at least visit the hall, which they claimed was not only open to the public for most of the day but also sported its own assortment of magical goods for sale. Pulling up outside the guildhall, she brought her motorcycle to a stop, planting one of her booted feet to the ground to keep herself upright while not in motion as she looked up at the great, oak double doors. She was dressed in somewhat simple fashion today: a light colored pair of jeans with an orange shirt that left a bit of her stomach exposed and a short, black leather jacket over it. An ungodly mass of voluptuous blond hair had somehow managed to be wrangled into a ponytail behind her head, and a dark pair of aviator sunglasses rested on the bridge of her nose.
Using the heel of her other foot to nudge the kickstand down, she turned off the engine and rested the bike, swinging her leg over and off. A few people milling about the area, coming and going from the guild, watched her a bit. After all, it wasn’t every day someone showed up that had a fully robotic arm like she had, the black and yellow metallic limb visible from the elbow down as the sleeve of her jacket was pushed up enough to expose the entirety of the forearm. Either Saffron was used to the occasional stare or she just didn’t care about the looks, Either way, she paid these people no mind as she stepped through the wooden doors and into the main hall.
Slipping the sunglasses off her face and hooking them onto the front of her shirt, Saffron’s purple eyes scanned the area curiously as they adjusted to the light inside. There were a fair number of people in the large entry room, a dull roar of chatter echoing through the space as people chatted and laughed and interacted with one another. She could see a great deal of people sporting the symbol of the guild on various places of their bodies, indicating their membership as mages of the establishment, but many others present seemed to be guests like her, as far as she could tell. Stepping in a bit further so she wouldn’t be blocking the door for others, she stood and slowly turned in place a bit, taking in the space and trying to decide what to do now that she was here.
She took her time driving through the streets, careful not to race her motorcycle too quickly along the roads. Despite Fiore having a fairly big reputation among Ishgar for being the mage capital of the continent, there really weren’t a whole lot of people utilizing vehicles, even magical ones. A lot of people seemed to travel by boat along the canals, bikes, or even just walking. Saffron didn’t want to disturb the way of life, so she drove only fast enough to keep her bike upright, stopping from time to time as something caught her interest to get off and do a little sightseeing, particularly at any shops that boasted selling magical items. She was extremely interested in such things, if only to compare Fiore’s wares to what she was used to in Bosco.
It was this leisurely sightseeing that ultimately brought her to the hall for the resident guild in the city: Fairy Tail. She had spoken with a number of citizens throughout the day, and many of them had suggested she take the time to at least visit the hall, which they claimed was not only open to the public for most of the day but also sported its own assortment of magical goods for sale. Pulling up outside the guildhall, she brought her motorcycle to a stop, planting one of her booted feet to the ground to keep herself upright while not in motion as she looked up at the great, oak double doors. She was dressed in somewhat simple fashion today: a light colored pair of jeans with an orange shirt that left a bit of her stomach exposed and a short, black leather jacket over it. An ungodly mass of voluptuous blond hair had somehow managed to be wrangled into a ponytail behind her head, and a dark pair of aviator sunglasses rested on the bridge of her nose.
Using the heel of her other foot to nudge the kickstand down, she turned off the engine and rested the bike, swinging her leg over and off. A few people milling about the area, coming and going from the guild, watched her a bit. After all, it wasn’t every day someone showed up that had a fully robotic arm like she had, the black and yellow metallic limb visible from the elbow down as the sleeve of her jacket was pushed up enough to expose the entirety of the forearm. Either Saffron was used to the occasional stare or she just didn’t care about the looks, Either way, she paid these people no mind as she stepped through the wooden doors and into the main hall.
Slipping the sunglasses off her face and hooking them onto the front of her shirt, Saffron’s purple eyes scanned the area curiously as they adjusted to the light inside. There were a fair number of people in the large entry room, a dull roar of chatter echoing through the space as people chatted and laughed and interacted with one another. She could see a great deal of people sporting the symbol of the guild on various places of their bodies, indicating their membership as mages of the establishment, but many others present seemed to be guests like her, as far as she could tell. Stepping in a bit further so she wouldn’t be blocking the door for others, she stood and slowly turned in place a bit, taking in the space and trying to decide what to do now that she was here.
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