"So, this is the capital Crocus as it once was..." Amara said to herself, looking around the enormous city. She could only recognize the capital for what it was by the palace perched on a hill near the center of the city. The walls of the palace were ancient in her day and they were hardly any less ancient in this era. Nearly everything else about the city had changed by the time she was, or will be, born. Even the cafe where she currently sat had been transformed into a park. The lioness had purchased a coffee for a sum of Jewels that was shocking to her, both by how low the price was and the fact that physical currency was still in use. It had taken a clever application of her time magic to give herself the needed cash and some besides, so she wouldn't be left without money in this strange time. She sipped the drink now, finding it far better than what she was used to. By the time she had gotten to drink coffee, actual coffee beans had gone nearly extinct and it was only through both magic and science that allowed the beverage to still exist, though it was paltry compared to this. As she drank, she flipped through the copy of Sorcerer's Magazine she had also picked up, again at a shockingly low price. Her curiosity had been aroused when she had noticed the cover of the magazine - which was still surprisingly in physical format - and saw that it bore what appeared to be a likeness of her mother. Sure enough, as she read through the publication, she found an interview with the mage known as Medeia of Erring's Rising. Amara knew her as 'Mother'.
Her hand trembling a little despite her calm exterior, she gently touched the waxed page that held the words of her mother. In her time, Amara hadn't seen Medeia in almost a decade, let alone heard her voice. But as she read the interview, the lioness could hear her mother's words in her mind, as if she was standing right there next to her. "I'm here, mom." she whispered under her breath, her words barely disturbing the surface of the drink held just below her lips.
The time mage's wrist twitched, almost spilling her coffee onto her lap, as she heard a child's shriek nearby. Looking around as she set down the mug, she spotted a young girl with long braided hair of blue and white bouncing around the patio of the cafe, where Amara sat, with what seemed to be limitless energy. The girl looked around in response to a woman's voice, and Amara saw two women who looked to be around her own age sitting across from each other at one of the tables. One of the women had long brown hair, braided on the sides into two pigtails, amber eyes, and a pair of dog's ears atop her head. The other had purple eyes and short lavender hair, surmounted by a pair of pointed cat's ears. Amara's own lion-like ears flicked as she noticed this. In her time, hybrid races like hers were far more common, but in this time they seemed to be rather rare, aside from the Joyans who seldom left their country. The lioness checked, and did a double-take as she saw that the child had rabbit's ears, rather than those of either a cat or a dog. Either something had gone incredibly weird with her genetics, or the child was adopted. Amara came to this conclusion based on her quick observation of the trio, immediately deciding that the two older women were a couple and the girl was their child. The Dragon Slayer had incredibly sharp perception and was a fairly expert judge of body language and facial expressions.
Curious about this family, Amara laid down the magazine and picked up her coffee again, sipping at it as she watched the three interact. Mostly, the couple talked over mugs of some drink and snacks while the child played nearby. The lioness couldn't help but stare, because such a sight - two women as a couple with a child - was common in her time but seemed rare in this one. For a brief moment, Amara could almost imagine she was home, but the taste of her coffee and the scent of the breeze quickly dispelled that notion. She wasn't home, and she had no idea how to get back there.
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Her hand trembling a little despite her calm exterior, she gently touched the waxed page that held the words of her mother. In her time, Amara hadn't seen Medeia in almost a decade, let alone heard her voice. But as she read the interview, the lioness could hear her mother's words in her mind, as if she was standing right there next to her. "I'm here, mom." she whispered under her breath, her words barely disturbing the surface of the drink held just below her lips.
The time mage's wrist twitched, almost spilling her coffee onto her lap, as she heard a child's shriek nearby. Looking around as she set down the mug, she spotted a young girl with long braided hair of blue and white bouncing around the patio of the cafe, where Amara sat, with what seemed to be limitless energy. The girl looked around in response to a woman's voice, and Amara saw two women who looked to be around her own age sitting across from each other at one of the tables. One of the women had long brown hair, braided on the sides into two pigtails, amber eyes, and a pair of dog's ears atop her head. The other had purple eyes and short lavender hair, surmounted by a pair of pointed cat's ears. Amara's own lion-like ears flicked as she noticed this. In her time, hybrid races like hers were far more common, but in this time they seemed to be rather rare, aside from the Joyans who seldom left their country. The lioness checked, and did a double-take as she saw that the child had rabbit's ears, rather than those of either a cat or a dog. Either something had gone incredibly weird with her genetics, or the child was adopted. Amara came to this conclusion based on her quick observation of the trio, immediately deciding that the two older women were a couple and the girl was their child. The Dragon Slayer had incredibly sharp perception and was a fairly expert judge of body language and facial expressions.
Curious about this family, Amara laid down the magazine and picked up her coffee again, sipping at it as she watched the three interact. Mostly, the couple talked over mugs of some drink and snacks while the child played nearby. The lioness couldn't help but stare, because such a sight - two women as a couple with a child - was common in her time but seemed rare in this one. For a brief moment, Amara could almost imagine she was home, but the taste of her coffee and the scent of the breeze quickly dispelled that notion. She wasn't home, and she had no idea how to get back there.
WC: 747
@Erynel Family
