Pushing a small pair of crimson glasses up to meet her violet gaze, Evangeline had found herself delving into the pages of a few of the many tomes that had wandered into her collection- keeping herself up for almost two days on end, she had been searching for more extensive data pertaining to a mystical artifact she had recovered within one of her many journies within the first guild she had ever born the sigil for. While the staff of la petite délice was no longer in her possession, as she had turned the ethereal catalyst over to the guild of the Golden Phoenix for further studies, there was a possibility that it still remained within the rubble of the fallen guild's ruins deep under the sea. This was something that fascinated the girl of the heavenly void; while there was a good chance that the ruins had already been plundered of the treasure hunting guild that once shone from the depths, it was still possible that it would be down there, alongside other valuable artifacts and antique creations of magekind. Hopefully, today would finally be the day she would be able to visit her old home once more, and though she had missed calling herself a member of the guild of the flaming beast, she felt as though taking this nostalgic leap back into time would do nothing but reinforce the current grip that Silver Wolf had on the study of magical tools from this nation and beyond.
"Der stab des kleinen amuletts ist ein magisches konstrukt, das auf die größe einer nadel schrumpfen kann, aber ein unglaubliches potenzial besitzt," the scholar would quietly speak to herself as she would maintain the levitation of the book she was reading from before her deep optics, "hm, I don't recall the staff ever being able to do that, but.. that was so long ago, and I had no part in the catalyst's studies. How peculiar..." Reading this ancient text was something that was causing the sleepy librarian to experience quite a bit of confusion- there was no way she was mistaking this staff for another, that just wasn't how her brain functioned. Had she acquired this text prior to her discoveries years prior, perhaps things would have been different when it came to the old guild's findings.. but truth be told, as soon as she turned over the staff to her fellow guild members, she had not heard much about it ever again. Gently maneuvering her finger to signal a closing motion, the floating grimoire would quietly slam shut and float down to rest within Evangeline's arms, which would soon be followed by her raising up onto her feet and slipping her glasses into a small pocket of her cloak.
Looking around the guildhall of the wolves, the violet haired woman's vision would slightly blur as her focus would adjust- perhaps it was just the lack of sleep and the effects that would come from such a thing, though it would not be difficult to get some rest on the way to the ruins within the sea, especially for Evangeline. "I've.. done all the research I need, and I think I'm ready," she would exclaim to her violet exceed that would remain leaned up against one of the many walls of the snowy den, "hm, but where is Angel.. and Vy?" Sometimes when the violet-haired mother would delve into her thousands of grimoires with a goal in mind, it was difficult for her to stop or pay attention to the outside world. "Angel's cometh and wend all m'rning, but thou hast not did sight Vy f'r quite some timeth- thee w're too abs'rb'd in yond booketh to seeth all the crud angel wast bringing outside," Chai, the exceed, would decadently speak to her companion- hours earlier, she had spotted the daughter of the duo lugging a huge pile of things out into the snow alongside an extremely large cauldron. While it was not unusual to spot the potion-maker making potions, as that was her primary focus when it came to her magic, the extent of the pile of crap was.. a lot. Sighing to herself and tapping on the spine of the grimoire as she would look around in thought, the scholar would scan the guildhall to spot anyone that could potentially express interest in joining her on the adventure to the ruins- based on what she knew about her daughter and her habits, it would seem as if she would now need a form of damage control, as all of Chai's verbiage was heavily pointing to the fact that Angel was once again intoxicated.
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"Oh mein gott! E- es brodelt zu sehr!" a young voice would squeal from the outside of the guildhall, accompanied by a smell of burning herbs and spices, "at least I have my blizzy~"
translations:
✩ "Der stab des kleinen amuletts ist ein magisches konstrukt, das auf die größe einer nadel schrumpfen kann, aber ein unglaubliches potenzial besitzt," -> The staff of la petite délice is a magical construct capable of shrinking to the size of a needle, but is capable of harnessing extreme magical potential.
✩ "Oh mein gott! E- es brodelt zu sehr!" -> Oh my god! I- it's bubbling too much!"
✩ wc: 809
