[h3][color=orange]Ariel - Phoenix Guild Hall[/color][/h3]For the last two months Ariel had joined the others in training. Given how easily she had been practically rendered useless in her last job it was a clear issue. In particular she tried to work with Fleo to learn some useful spells for her Dust magic. It took a while to build up enough of that particular magic to do some of them though. Although the spells were a little different. So far in Ariel's experimentation this was consistent for almost all of her magic. It was always at least a slight variation from the original that made the spells off. What it meant is she needed to come up with her own. Not an easy task by yourself. But it was how it was.

The other thing she worked on was switching her magics. So far they were really dependant on her mood but she did manage to "trick" herself into changing. And while it didn't drain her or weaken her as much now there was still a long way to go. One of the biggest problems was it still put a strain on her mind. Rapid or consistent personality changes really did a number on her. Often she would end up stuck on her Dark magic, probably as a defense mechanism to prevent further harm.

Now, two months later, the Magic Games were getting ready to be underway. For many that meant going to the games to watch, and a few to participate. Ariel herself though did not have either luxury. Because of her innate magical absorption, large gatherings of magic made her feel sick and dizzy. She found this out the hard way when first coming to Phoenix Wing. So instead she was going to stay behind and have to watch via lacrama. While understanding the situation Ariel was still rather miffed about the whole thing and stood leaning against one of the supports. Her arms were crossed and her Fire magic made it apparent she was not in the greatest of moods. "[color=orange]This sucks. The biggest mage gathering in a hundred years and I have to watch it from here.[/color]"