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Sunlight greeted Phaylin as she pushed the wooden door open to reveal the harvest season wasn't over quiet yet.

It was a blessing to have such an extended season for farmers and merchants alike, as well as the fishermen. If they had a good season, so would everyone else come winter. Taking a deep breath, she stretched her arms above her head, her frilly attire flapping in the wind for a moment. She had moved out of her family home two years ago and was still reveling in the independence. Their village was thin, but spread across the entire Lavender Valley which went on for miles and miles. Phaylin lowered her arms and turned back to survey her humble home she called her own. It was small and hand built by herself. Her father wanted him and his friends to do the work but she insisted that since it was her home, she needed to build it herself, just as he did with his and her grandparents did with theirs.

Her home was made from mud and stone and had a straw roof. It had one big open room and a smaller attached dwelling where she could clean herself off and do dishes with the water she conjured with her runes. In the large part of the home, she had stacks and stacks of books. She had a wooden table where her runes and notes were kept and she also had a small straw and wooden bed that her mother had given to her as a present. While the woman was pleased to fend for herself, she was a little more pleased to slowly move out of the large overbearing shadow of her parents. They were skilled with their progress with magic and many people had visited them during her childhood, seeking guidance and mentoring. Phaylin knew many requests were denied so she was beyond excised to learn about magic when she turned six.

And now roughly 17 years later, she was making her own strides in magic.

She was hoping to use runes in new ways that people had yet to consider. She was researching the history of Thera and found it quite interesting. She closed the door behind her and let her hazel eyes note the green and purple scenery. The low hills were polished, almost glittering in the morning's sunlight. A smile had been slowly growing on her face and she wandered around back and retrieved some fruits she had foraged from the next valley over. No one lived around her, in fact most families kept themselves isolated but in times of celebration, the village would congregate in the center where trading posts and shops were. She pulled out the runes she kept on her at all times, the basic four runes that were known: air, fire, earth and water. No others were known and most magicians used potions to enhance their power but for Phaylin, that was unnecessary.

"Take flight." She commanded the air rune but nothing happened. Not discouraged, she kissed it softly, "We'll get there." She muttered to it and clenched it in her fist, pushing her energy into the etched rock and suddenly she was surrounded by a mild whirlwind. Phaylin raised the arm holding it and pointed it in the direction of Cyrill, someone who could relate to the struggle of not only living up to a family reputation but also striving to make his own. When she flew above the valleys, her worries left her and she felt amazing. That was a feeling that would never tarnish. As she loosened her grip and diminished her energy, she was lowered near Cyrill's own dwelling. She pocketed the rune and checked her basket to make sure her goods hadn't fallen out during her flight. Thankfully none had.

"Hey Cyrill, wake up! I know you're probably sleeping and probably too lazy to go get food so I, the kind hearted Phaylin, have brought you something to eat. At a price of course." She grinned at herself. They knew each other growing up, they were close yet at the same time, they weren't. Their relationship was rocky since they considered one another sort of a rival so banter was often how they best communicated. She needed to keep tabs on the guy, since he was older he would always be two years ahead of her and she hated that. 

Snagging a red apple, she sung her teeth into it, savoring the crisp sweetness.

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"No the wiring is fine, I checked." He said quietly. "I'm sure I did." He said, voice strained as the person on the other line was clearly dominating the conversation, though to Nax, this didn't quality as a conversation since he wasn't being given a lot of time to speak up. "Sir, please-" But the line went dead and he touched his finger to the earpiece to also end the class. Nax really didn't like consulting with customers, especially when they were moronic brutes. But in all fairness the majority of people in Rathe were nice and mild mannered. Statistically speaking, only 1 in every 100 exhibited signs of aggression but for their world which was bathed in sleek high tech and flying cars. And Nax loved his word and he loved his job.

He just didn't love talking to stupid people.

Getting up from his desk, he walked over to the window and looked out at the city. It was morning, the day had just started and he had already been insulted. How uplifting. Nax drummed his fingertips against the glass, able to watch people go back and forth, from place to place. They would either use cars, hover boards and jet packs. Everything was shiny and colorful. Some people had on headphones or sunglasses to help encase them in whatever they were doing, listening to music, shopping online or looking at fantastic islands where they'd go on their next vacation. A vacation did sound nice but the blond wasn't sure what he would do to relax. What gave him pleasure was working with computers and digital coding. As he turned away to look back at his desk, a small holographic notification popped up from his semi-transparent laptop.

It was reminding him to head downstairs. He was a high ranking analyst at his job, ReTech, and one of the duties which fell into his lap, was training some of the lower ranked staff. Nax wasn't fond of speaking to people, even in school he would rarely raise his hand even when he knew the answer. He was smart and sometimes he doubted himself in otherwise normal situations. His boss had hoped that forcing him to mentor some newer recruits would enable him to feel more at ease, even if he had been with ReTech for nearly eight years. His earpiece was a handy device and everyone with a pulse had one. It monitored your health, linked your bank account (which allowed you to pay digitally, eliminating physical currency), and had all of your personal date which automatically knew music you enjoyed, your authorized jurisdiction. It prevented robberies and also gave big corporations such as ReTech or Jewel Corp. a nice profit.

With a beep, it knew to slid open the door and let him out of his glass corner office.

Most building were glass to the ones inside, but were a nice black to the world outside, unless otherwise specified by the residents. The blond male wore a black suit, white shirt and lavender tie. He lived alone, only five minutes from work. He liked taking his time to get there though, after work he enjoyed making a stop at the park above the city which offered a great view and some recreational pleasures for visitors. As he walked down the narrow hallway, the elevator door opened automatically, expecting Nax's arrival, and took him down four levels to the fifty-seventh floor where he did his weekly lectures. The doors quickly opened and he took a left into the break room so he could get himself a drink before he tried speaking publicly. By now he knew the people and they were around his age, so the only dread was his own fault.

He poured himself some water and sipped it quietly.

When he heard the door slid open, he turned to see Syn, a friend of his. He offered her a small smile and kept both hands around the glass. "Morning." Nax greeted her. "I was thinking about this morning's meeting..." He began to say. "An dI was thinking I might be feeling under the weather." Though his internal health seemed fine according to records. "I was wondering if perhaps you might be feeling the same, we probably shouldn't be at work..." Nax grinned devilishly. If they were going to make their escape, it should be soon. It wouldn't be hard to change the system in their favor, just for a day. He only skipped work if his day had gotten off to a crap start, it wasn't as though he thrived under lies.