[h3]Phoenix Wing Guild Hall
January 14th, X893[/h3]
Mithera had been spending the weeks since she had returned from catching up with Melina exploring and experiencing all Magnolia had to offer. Restaurants, sights, people, street shows, anything interesting. Well, anything interesting that you didn't need to be a certain age to participate in. No one would take her on her word either, as the century old sorceress only looked twenty years old, if that. Though she had at one point tried to go fix the problem of identification at one of the local governmental offices, but it turned out that there were all these forms Mithera had to fill out. At the time she had pretended to know what they were, and ended up 'taking them home to finish them.' That was a week ago now, and had been keeping them in the room she was renting from Phoenix Wing. She didn't feel like it was fair to ask someone to help her with them, but at the same time she was incapable of deciphering the papers herself.

The previous night Mithera had spent her time interacting with the night owls of Phoenix Wing and the city. Street performers had been her personal favorite, and she had wandered back into the guild hall just before dawn planning to stick out the next day to hang with everyone. She was now asleep with her head on her arms at one of the many tables that populated Phoenix Wing's main hall. She snored in this very soft, cute way as her body shifted up and down with each of her breaths. Wrapped around her was a dress that mimicked a white and pink flower that opened downwards towards her feet. Though dress wasn't an accurate description, as Mithera had realized her magic allowed her to make any modification to any of her forms she wanted, and started 'wearing' clothes that were actually still a part of her body. It had saved her a good deal of money she didn't have, she could mimic most natural materials anyway, and, most importantly to her, she could wear something completely different every day.

Mithera stirred slightly as Mayt opened the door harshly. Her shockingly blue eyes opened just a sliver before closing again to take her back into sleep. Mayt, however, winced as the banged on its frame, and looked at it like he hadn't actually meant to do that. Meekly, he offered an apologetic look to any of the guild members he had caught the attention of with his entrance, and began to proceed over to the bar. He was finally back from yet another job he had gone out on alone, and was sporting a new scar on his cheek for his efforts. On his hip sat a new blade he had bought since the end of the games, as the sword his parents had given him was lost, and he walked like everything was going his way today. The job had, in fact, gone mostly swimmingly and padded his wallet nicely. 

The scar on his cheek was yet another of an ever growing list of such injuries, and each time the story was a little more gutsy and dangerous. This time, while out on his job, Mayt had heard of a couple of dark wizards who were causing a few problems for a town he was near. He had hunted them down to their lair, and fought them on what might be called equal terms. In the end he had barely managed to beat them, and he actually had a few other scars from that fight, but they were under his clothes. He had left the two of them at a police station, bruised and unconscious, before heading back to the job.

[color=50c878]"Hey Jarvis, could I get a glass of water? I'm parched,"[/color] Mayt said, a slight smile on his face. [color=50c878]"Also, how have things been going while I've been gone?"[/color]

[@Caits]