❀ Bunched up in what would appear as a pile of blankets, though delicately organized as if she was stuffed like a burrito, it had been quite some time that Lyra had found herself slowly trudging up the Phoenix Mountains in search for the guild of the Silver Wolves- even though it was only a small six hours at best, it was difficult for the fairy to pick up the pace while residing within her human form, especially while maintaining a hold on her magic. Behind her would levitate a nearly twelve-foot tree that would appear as if it was freshly plucked from the ground; a baby Great Valeriyan Fairy Tree from the capital city of the ancient civilization, hailing far beyond the borders of Fiore, this would serve as her home away from home upon reaching her destination. While it would be difficult to see beyond the veil of mist and spiraling flora that would cause the tree to ethereally hover, within the canopy of the giant baby tree would reside a small house nearly two feet in height within most of its parts, looking to be decorated with an abundance of small sprouting plants and, well, larger ones. If she were to be lucky upon her arrival at her newfound potential area of work they would allow her to allow the tree's roots to bind to the guildhall- unlike the previous few guilds she had been in within the past half-decade, she wished to live a bit more lavishly than within the cracks between the walls and the floorboards during her rather extensive stay. It made life easier- after all, it is quite difficult for those of natural size to see abnormally tiny things, so it would be better to keep them all in one secluded place.
"Look, i- it's right up there, ahhaa," the fairy girl would tremble under the pile of blankets that consumed her body, her eyes set on the building that would begin to materialize upon the horizon, "it's soo much warmer in the vale, oh my goodness it's so cold!"
Picking up the pace a bit more in excitement, the ordinary-mage appearing fairy would gently pat the small green frog that would sit upon the top of her head. It was nearly his bedtime and it definitely showed; upon his nose would rise and fall a magical bubble of a dewdrop wavering with his breath. Finally, the two had completed their small journey into the mountains- it had been hours since they had been led up the path and evaluated by the strange wolves of the mountain, and though they caused quite the panic, it was soon realized they wished no harm upon the wanderers of Valeriya. The local fauna within these parts was something she had not seen prior to her arrival before- Fiore was something Lyra was beginning to readjust to due to her travels across the farther away parts of Ishgar with the traveling guild she had been in prior, Eden Rainbow. However, she had departed almost half a year before her arrival within these mountains due to the wishes of the ancient civilization. The wish to locate the lost relics of the ancient Valeriyan ancestors of their current living progeny from way back then; while it was her sister's idea for her to make her way up to the wolves, as she had been a member prior to becoming a Guildmistress of her own, her bright fairy eyes had been set on the guild for quite some time. It was interesting to the brunette-blonde just how close things could be to one another in these parts- having been born and raised in Terra Ignis alongside her sisters, it felt strangely right to be approaching a guild so close to where she grew up. Passing through the magical barrier that surrounded the structure that looked to be the guildhall, the fairy would look around at the quirks of the new environment and would begin to twiddle her thumbs within her blanket bundle.
"Aaah, it's so much warmer ♡," Lyra would gush to her froggy friend as her cheeks would become much redder, allowing her to think about unraveling her blanket burrito quite soon. Magically pulling the levitating magical valeriyan tree closer beside her within the air as she would make her way into the entrance of the interior, the fairy would wonder just what she would wish to do next- hopefully, just like eleven years ago, someone would lead the way just like the fairies did. ♡
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