Of all the human celebrations, Halloween was by far her favourite and as Medeia glanced around at the festivities, she could not help but smile. It was the one time of the year where the witch actually fit in and she had spared no expense in creating a costume for herself. She was decked out completely in the garb of a traditional witchcraft user, a black hat perfectly placed on her head. Truthfully, she was having a good time so far and was looking forward to taking part in the festivities. She had been a bit slow during her first festival to get into the swing of things but not this time. Already, her eyes were on the lookout for a lovely treasure that she might just claim for herself. She was always on the lookout but given the vibe of the place, it made sense for her to act in her usual manner. There were many monsters that were supposed to lurk at this time of year and she was just another, even if she did not appear to be by appearance.
As usual, she had decided not to come by herself and had asked a rising star of the guild to accompany her, Addre. It was so rare for her to spend so much time in the company of a male but ever since she had invited him into Errings Rising, she could not help but admire his will to succeed. He had the inner drive that would push him far and by taking on the challenge of wielding all three types of slayer magic at the same time, she was convinced that he would go on to do great things, terrible but great. There was a great deal of work that was still ahead of him and mastering Dragon, God and Demon was no easy feat but she had faith in him. If not, then she had little doubt that the magics would end up devouring him, as such powerful magics tended to.
Standing by a large cauldron, Medeia would peer inside at the oddly coloured liquid that was being stirred. Knowing enough about witch’s brew to last a lifetime, the Warlord would give it one sniff and raise an eyebrow, her gaze focusing on the woman stirring it, a pretty woman who was dressed in a similar fashion to her. “So what happens if I take a cup of this? Am I going to turn into a toad or perhaps have my hair turn green?” It was said in a light tone, being in the good mood that she was.
“Maybe or maybe you will be lucky for the rest of your life. A lot of people have drunk today and no two people have suffered the same fate. Have a taste and see what happens.” The woman replied, a grin growing across her face. “Unless you are chicken, of course.”
“You are the one who is lucky. Normally, I would not take an insult like that lightly.” The angel answered with a smile. “Fortunately, I find you adorable.”
There was a voice in the back of her mind that was telling her that this could come back and bite her but pushing that thought aside, Medeia would take a cup of the liquid and drink it in one go.
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As usual, she had decided not to come by herself and had asked a rising star of the guild to accompany her, Addre. It was so rare for her to spend so much time in the company of a male but ever since she had invited him into Errings Rising, she could not help but admire his will to succeed. He had the inner drive that would push him far and by taking on the challenge of wielding all three types of slayer magic at the same time, she was convinced that he would go on to do great things, terrible but great. There was a great deal of work that was still ahead of him and mastering Dragon, God and Demon was no easy feat but she had faith in him. If not, then she had little doubt that the magics would end up devouring him, as such powerful magics tended to.
Standing by a large cauldron, Medeia would peer inside at the oddly coloured liquid that was being stirred. Knowing enough about witch’s brew to last a lifetime, the Warlord would give it one sniff and raise an eyebrow, her gaze focusing on the woman stirring it, a pretty woman who was dressed in a similar fashion to her. “So what happens if I take a cup of this? Am I going to turn into a toad or perhaps have my hair turn green?” It was said in a light tone, being in the good mood that she was.
“Maybe or maybe you will be lucky for the rest of your life. A lot of people have drunk today and no two people have suffered the same fate. Have a taste and see what happens.” The woman replied, a grin growing across her face. “Unless you are chicken, of course.”
“You are the one who is lucky. Normally, I would not take an insult like that lightly.” The angel answered with a smile. “Fortunately, I find you adorable.”
There was a voice in the back of her mind that was telling her that this could come back and bite her but pushing that thought aside, Medeia would take a cup of the liquid and drink it in one go.
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