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[h3][color=40ceb6][i]Ivory[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]On the road[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Interacting with[/i] [b]Sapphira[/b]
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The thoughts that Caeleo inspired in her mind played over in Ivory's head. She watched Sapphira guide one of the horses down the path with her natural, nonchalant grace. It was a gripping reality that this small being had once been a part of the Void. Ivory got up, made her way to the front of the wagon, and sat in the traditional seat of the wagoner. Sapphira turned when she noticed the commotion and came to sit next to her.  [color=40ceb6]“You could just fly there, you know.”[/color] Ivory tried to smile at the fairy but her energy didn’t come close to matching the girl beside her.

[color=fff200]“I know. But I like talking to you guys. You’re the first people who have talked to me since I came to Delteria.”[/color] She held on to the reigns despite the fact that the horses appeared to know exactly where they were supposed to be going. Her wings innately matched the rhythm of the wagon and shimmered in the setting sun. Ivory began to reach out to touch them. When she realized what she was doing, she jerked her hand back. Sapphira laughed. [color=fff200]“Don’t worry about it. It happens more than you think." [/color] The Fae scooted over in the seat and turned so her wings were closer to Ivory. [color=fff200]"It’s ok. You can touch them.”[/color] As if trying to emphasize her point, she flitted them. Ivory gave in and ran the tip of her finger along the outside edge. They were like touching silk. An energy buzzed from them that almost felt arousing. A sensation started to come over her – a familiar inkling from the past. Ivory pulled her finger away. While she cleared the cloud from her mind, Sapphira spoke up. [color=fff200]“It’s part of my magic. Some people say it’s pure flux and can enhance any magic I use. Others say it’s just flight. Either way, it’s pretty powerful, huh? I don’t feel any different but people always have that reaction.”[/color] Ivory looked down at her hand where she touched the Fae. It looked completely normal. She felt the effects lingering, however.

[color=40ceb6]“So that’s why they do it? The…uh,”[/color] She didn’t know a good way to bring up such a controversial topic. As per usual, Sapphira had no problem being blunt about it.

[color=fff200]“The Pixie Slavers? Yeah, they’ll cut them right off; ground them up and sell it to junkies. The wings they don’t grind are usually purchased by pyrats. It gives their sails an edge. It’s a whole huge market. Crazy, right?”[/color] It wasn’t really that crazy to Ivory; she had seen her own share of ships powered by Fae wings. In her practice, she had come across those who were addicted to wing dust. It was hard finding magic to combat that addiction, since the drug was enhanced by the flux itself. And in the past, she had even been brave enough to try it. But that was another life. [color=fff200]“What the hell is that?”[/color] Ivory’s head snapped up at the worry in Sapphira’s voice. The scene down the trail was difficult to make out with the sun setting in front of them. A few silhouettes were dragging something massive behind them, crossing the path. As they got closer, Ivory’s eyes focused.

[color=40ceb6]“Oh shit,”[/color] she breathed, [color=40ceb6]“ogres.”[/color]