After suffering a heart-shattering loss at the hands of the water god, Eve was left to trudge back to Hargeon, weary and battle-scarred. Is this what it means to be a mage? To fight and fall, to be stripped of your wings, to be crushed upon impact? Taking a deep breath, the Lamia Scale mage gripped her newest weapon - Vortex. It was a beautifully crafted scythe, and it had a wind attribute at its core. "A truly marvelous weapon," she muttered, stroking its side with her thumb.
She was currently walking along the dirt path, remembering her travels to Era with the man known as Roja, when an idea struck her. I can fly with this baby! A smile lit up her face as she took the position - scythe flat beneath her, the blade towards the ground, its pole horizontal to the ground. She sat on the weapon, its cool metal chilling her thighs. "No need to be unladylike, though..." She sat side saddle way, biting her lip at the thought of her skirt flying in every direction. Maybe I should have bought a new outfit back in Era...
It was too bad that she had spent all her jewel on a new card AND her new scythe. 35,000 jewel total. That was what she had spent. Looks like I'll be heading home with empty pockets and a stain on the Lamia Scale name, she mentally cried, a tear threatening to break free.
Calming herself, she sat erect upon Vortex, set her eyes on the distance. That's okay; I love Lamia Scale and it loves me! "I just hope no one has left since I've been away..." Eve hadn't been home in a few weeks, and Lamia Scale's mage population had been suffering as of late. Sighing, she willed Vortex to move, and woman and weapon flew off, soon becoming a tiny dot on the horizon.
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