❦ b e a t r i x ❦ d o m i n o ❦
❦ It had been about seventy-two hours since the strawberry-shaped hot air balloon of the cosmic bunny Beatrix had made its brash descent upon the sharp stones that resided upon the mountain ranges west of the Ace of Spades- having succumbed to leakage of fire upon its containment chamber, it seemingly fell from the clouds of Ishgar in a ball of flame, allowing for the runaway's arrival in the new nation to be rather.. warm. But despite these chaotic events, it seemed as though the skin of the green-haired girl remained to not consist of a single scratch or burn- having drifted down from the carriage upon the holy heirloom of the domino family, the cosmic lamb known simply as ś̷͎̞͇̻͍͋̃̏̓̃͊̓̃̑̾͂̕̕̚█̶͔̹̝͇̟̳́͒̚█̷͔̤̜̠̮͖̓̍͋i̷͉̟̣͖͚͔̿̎͌͝͝b̷̡̡̟̹͇̹͓̪͕̪̝̯̠̝̰̩̗̠͊̈́̔̽̊̽̈̌͛̍̈́, they had escaped just in time for the method of transportation to explode. Enraged by sadness and grief because of this happening of mechanical and lacrimal error, the clown had left it behind within the steep peaks alongside most of her food and spare outfits that she had not stored within her pocket dimension- perhaps one day she would be able to repair it, but for now, it would begin to collect dust upon the rocks that sat above the Lycan Woods, awaiting its day to fly once more. At least it got her all the way to Fiore from Enca, which was her first step closer to being able to finally start saving for clown college. ❦
❦ Taking a slow stroll down the bustling streets of the refurbished town that sat within the shadows of a reigning citadel alongside her sleepy companion, which would seemingly float beside her while engrossed in its own dreams, the aspiring harlequin would gently look back and forth between her gaze as she would begin to approach the steps that would lead one to the entrance of the Château Sabertooth. She had done the slightest amount of research on the official consortiums that resided within the landmass known as Fiore before she fled from Enca, and the golden guild happened to be one of the only few guilds that stood out to her that did not happen to be militarized whilst standing aligned the Magic Council; this was a group of mages that Beatrix was to seek out upon her arrival in the new nation within her hot air balloon, despite just how much anxiety crept up her spine thinking about seeking out others. One to wait for others to approach her for assistance rather than being bold enough to retain new friendships, joining a band of mages was something that would be extremely out of her comfort zone, but was one of her only options to be able to successfully finance her expensive aspirations. Reading of the magical capabilities and feats of past and present mages of the guild of tigers was something that pushed her to wish to seek out the sabers- this, and their capabilities to continue to rise in valor. ❦
❦ Advancing up a series of small inclines in the form of stone steps, if one were to spot the clown she would appear to hold a porcelain clown doll, which appeared to resemble a court jester of red and green color; this would match the colors of the red and black attire she would don, being that of a fluffy harlequin dress and a matching hat that would drape over her bunny ears. While the yōkai was a bit far from the overbearing fortress that watched over the private burgh, with each step that she would take upon the streets she would near closer and closer to her destination; her appearance was indeed drawing attention to her existence, not only due to her vivid ensemble but due to the prism eyes that would glisten within the sunlight. This would cause her rainbow optics to drift down to her heels as she would walk toward the château, gripping her doll as tightly as she could as she would begin to pick up the pace to get as far away from the crowd as possible. "I hope they aren't scared of me..." the olive-haired girl's thoughts would reverberate through her brain as she would raise her hand, wiping away a small tear that began to fall down her cheek. Hopefully, the members of the Sabertooth would be quick to accept her as one of their own; while quiet and cloaked in a dark tempest of depression, the jester had many things to offer in terms of her mystical wonders of clown magic, which she hoped the fellow mages would be quick to potentially pick up on. This, and her desperate need for jewels, as she was beginning to run low on her stockpile of food. ❦
❦ Taking a slow stroll down the bustling streets of the refurbished town that sat within the shadows of a reigning citadel alongside her sleepy companion, which would seemingly float beside her while engrossed in its own dreams, the aspiring harlequin would gently look back and forth between her gaze as she would begin to approach the steps that would lead one to the entrance of the Château Sabertooth. She had done the slightest amount of research on the official consortiums that resided within the landmass known as Fiore before she fled from Enca, and the golden guild happened to be one of the only few guilds that stood out to her that did not happen to be militarized whilst standing aligned the Magic Council; this was a group of mages that Beatrix was to seek out upon her arrival in the new nation within her hot air balloon, despite just how much anxiety crept up her spine thinking about seeking out others. One to wait for others to approach her for assistance rather than being bold enough to retain new friendships, joining a band of mages was something that would be extremely out of her comfort zone, but was one of her only options to be able to successfully finance her expensive aspirations. Reading of the magical capabilities and feats of past and present mages of the guild of tigers was something that pushed her to wish to seek out the sabers- this, and their capabilities to continue to rise in valor. ❦
❦ Advancing up a series of small inclines in the form of stone steps, if one were to spot the clown she would appear to hold a porcelain clown doll, which appeared to resemble a court jester of red and green color; this would match the colors of the red and black attire she would don, being that of a fluffy harlequin dress and a matching hat that would drape over her bunny ears. While the yōkai was a bit far from the overbearing fortress that watched over the private burgh, with each step that she would take upon the streets she would near closer and closer to her destination; her appearance was indeed drawing attention to her existence, not only due to her vivid ensemble but due to the prism eyes that would glisten within the sunlight. This would cause her rainbow optics to drift down to her heels as she would walk toward the château, gripping her doll as tightly as she could as she would begin to pick up the pace to get as far away from the crowd as possible. "I hope they aren't scared of me..." the olive-haired girl's thoughts would reverberate through her brain as she would raise her hand, wiping away a small tear that began to fall down her cheek. Hopefully, the members of the Sabertooth would be quick to accept her as one of their own; while quiet and cloaked in a dark tempest of depression, the jester had many things to offer in terms of her mystical wonders of clown magic, which she hoped the fellow mages would be quick to potentially pick up on. This, and her desperate need for jewels, as she was beginning to run low on her stockpile of food. ❦
