[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/xPZoDGJ.jpg[/img] [h2][color=silver]Ferrin Astra[/color][/h2] [/center] [center][h3]Interacting with: Sasha[/h3][/center] [@Caits] [@Roseletta] [@YipeeXD] [@Joshua Tamashii] [@Demon Shinobi] [@Lunarlors34] [@hatakekuro] [@t2wave] Ferrin snorted. The girl had spunk at least. [color=silver]“Stop you? Why I intend to join you. You, are on a fool’s errand, and it seems to me you will be in need of a sufficiently talented fool. Better then these [i]useless[/i] fools.”[/color] He waved his metal hand at the others around them dismissively. [color=silver]“Besides I...”[/color] Ferrin trailed off, looking away as he felt that same sensation of being watched again. It was irritating. Like an itch he couldn’t scratch. Leveling his intense yellow eyes back on the girl, Ferrin continued. [color=silver]“I have my own reasons for going.”[/color] Was now the time? Should he tell her? He had told the guildmasters, but he had been prepared for that. It would probably be advantageous for Sasha, and by extension, those going to know. But he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He didn’t want to explain. The time didn’t feel right. [color=silver]“And that is really all I had to say. I will see you when it is time to head off.”[/color] Ferrin told her with a small smile, reverting to his good natured self. He smoothly disengaged himself from the large group, intending to take a look at Sasha’s journal. He wandered over and picked it up. It wasn’t a particularly large book. Out of one of his many ‘pocket-dimensions’ he pulled out a box containing a pair of glasses. Gale-Force Reading Glasses, and a fine pair at that. The lenses were thin and clear as air, held together by strands of fine, burnished gold wire. Inlaid in the side was a number denoting their power and a name. The number was x120, the highest quality. The name was Marco. They had been a gift. Well, the lenses had, Ferrin had the frame reworked. He barely spared them a glance as he flicked the frame and out put them on and flipped through the book. It took him seconds. He read it again, lingering on the sketches. He read it a third time. [color=silver][i]Conjecture and guesswork, although some of the information on the dragons is astute enough.[/i][/color] He closed the journal and out it back. He needed time and space to think. It was too damn noisy in the guild hall, both magically and physically. Ferrin wove his way to the front and went outside. Breathing in the fresh air, Ferrin felt his mind clear. Stars, he remembered why he didn’t like hanging around inside the guildhall. That many wizards who regularly convened in such a small place, its a wonder someone didn’t accidentally light the magic like gas and blow the whole place sky-high. He rubbed his temples, feeling a fresh headache come on. Sometimes, he hated being so magically sensitive. It was like standing the the middle of a crowd with each person playing a different instrument to a different beat but instead of just sound, it applied to to the other six senses too. Actually, that metaphor didn’t quite do it justice. One of his first lessons as a child was to learn to block or identify magic based on sense. That was before he could even walk. His family had been a more then a little dysfunctional with a very different set of priorities. And morals. He walked a little way away from the guildhall, putting some distance between him and that hive of activity. He saw the Twin talking to someone unfamiliar. He gave them a wave. They saw him and waved back. He still didn’t have any new information on that front, but not for the lack of trying. Unfortunately, he was unlikely to be able to continue the search with this new crisis. Dragons and Tenrou. Hell’s bells, what was he getting himself into now? He stopped at the edge of one of Magnolia’s numerous canals, still within sight of the guild building entrance. He was back in Magnolia. And here to stay for the foreseeable future. He had kept himself busy with jobs since the Grand Magic games, and he hadn’t really stopped to consider what that meant. He was building a new life within walking distance and a few hundred years of his old one. He kept his gaze away from the direction of the lake. He hadn’t been back there since that day. Well, he’ll go back someday. He’d make it back. Ferrin turned his mind from those thoughts and back to what he had recently read in Sasha’s journal. He stared out over the water, lost in his thoughts.