[h3]Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/h3]Mayt skewed his face as Penny talked, and nodded slowly. She talked about being a Phoenix as if it was bad, but he didn't see any downsides from where he was standing. You got practically immortality, powerful magic, probably a great deal of respect, and if you didn't, for some reason, want all that then you could choose not to take it when you died. Seemed to him like it was something without consequence. Though, he thought, he probably didn't really know enough about Penny's magic to really make a judgement on that. She definitely was talking about it like it was something supremely bad. As she made the comment about slayer magic, Mayt spoke up. [color=50c878]"Maybe it's a kind of worldy failsafe? For the things that have Slayers, they're pretty much the only thing that can kill them, but in order to keep those kinds of things from going extinct, the slayers become what they slay,"[/color] Mayt knew that probably sounded extremely stupid, but he decided he would live with it. [color=50c878]"But, from the legends I've heard, though I have not heard all of them by far, but what I have heard indicates that all the ones that did become what they slew actually killed one first. So maybe you won't become a phoenix unless you hunt down a phoenix? I, uh, don't really know. I'm mostly just spitballing here, but it's a thought, right?"[/color] Mayt shrugged, and noticed Mithera out of the corner of his eye. He saw Jarvis give her the lacrimas, but didn't think anything of it and looked back at Penny. Mithera, however, was surprised that Jarvis was giving her a special teleportation lacrima. [b]"Whoa, I didn't know teleportation lacrima like that were possible. I always thought they were supposed to always be a one or two-shot thing, thank you very much Jarvis!"[/b] Mithera leaned over the counter and gave Jarvis a hug before taking the other lacrima he was handing her. [b]"Thank you again, and I'll see you soon!"[/b] She gave him a big smile, storing away the communication lacrima, and holding the teleportation lacrima with both hands. In a double-wink of her eyes, Mithera was in front of Crocus city. She put the lacrima away, and looked at the royal castle rising in the distance, the still-young sunlight glinting off its exterior. Around it were the stone buildings of the city, some of them large to house important people and meetings, and some of them smaller, to accommodate those who could only just barely afford to live here. Mithera was standing a fair ways from the city limits, far enough out that there was more tree than there was building in view. Nodding solemnly to herself, she turned around to face the Magnolia direction of the road, as if to cast away her bad memories of the city. After all, the last time she had been here, Iron Enigma had stuffed her in a bag and then made her play cards against cheating lunatics. It was a few minutes before Mithera realized that she should not be standing in the middle of the road, hands on her hips, waiting for Royse to arrive. For one, it might catch the attention or annoy people she didn't want to do either to, but also Royse probably wasn't expecting Mithera to be there when she arrived (And that she wouldn't be there for a while yet). Taking in a quick breath to gather herself, she went to the side of the path and sat against a tree, her eyes still down-road. Her plan was, when she saw Royse, she would hide and then follow as the other mage went about her mission. Yawning, Mithera ran it over in her head a couple times, including what she would say if she was caught--Anything but the truth. The shapeshifter was so caught up in herself that she didn't even notice herself dozing off in the cold light and leaving herself visible to anyone who bothered to walk by. [@Caits][@Noodles][@Zarkun]