[color=gray][right][h1][color=C1cdcd]Lilliana[/color][/h1][color=C1CDCD]Mentions:[/color] Cloven ([@Renny])
[color=C1CDCD]Location:[/color] Fenixtear Guildhall -> Crocus Forest[/right][hr][hr]
[indent]The past three weeks had been...hectic. With the news of a previously-unknown guild showing up out of nowhere and saving the council from assured destruction, so did come the wave of mages that were aspiring to join said guild. Lilliana wasn’t exactly fond of all these random people running around the area where she slept, but there wasn’t exactly much of a choice in the matter. She was now contemplating buying some sort of earmuffs though as she lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. There was simply too much noise meeting her ears, her enhanced senses surely not helping.

She scowled and grabbed her pillow, pushing it against her ears as she rolled onto her side. It wasn’t usual for her to try and sleep at such a time, but she really didn’t want to leave her room to be bothered by those who wanted to ask her questions about the “dragon” fight. Especially since she’d been rather useless against it - something that itched at the back of her mind every other minute. It wasn’t a dragon. It didn’t feel like a dragon. Where did it come from, then? She sat up and threw her pillow to the side, looking out the window above her desk. She would’ve preferred it be a bit later, but sitting still in all this thought and noise wasn’t doing her any good.

She sighed and stood, grabbing her mask of the beside table and putting it into place on her face. She then grabbed one of her longer cloaks, flipping up the deep cowl to conceal her face, and tucking her right arm away, as she opened her door silently and slipped out. The smell of food and a small sea of people grew stronger as she descended the steps to the bottom floor of the guildhall. She looked around from under her cowl, seeing a few familiar faces in Gwendolyn, Marduk, and a few others. And there were definitely many faces she didn’t recognize. She stepped aside to let someone pass by before continuing her path towards the doors, weaving through the crowd of people as unnoticed as she could be.

She let out a small breath of relief as she pushed the doors open without having been bothered by any of the newcomers. She wasn’t out of the woods yet, but at least she could [s]murder[/s] stave off the lesser crowds outside were they to bother her. She continued at a moderate pace for some time before she finally found herself approaching the edge of the town. She could see the tree line in the distance as she walked. It was already a lot less noisy in this area, but if she was going for quiet she might as well go all the way.

She walked until she was surrounded by trees, making sure to leave the occasional scratch mark on a tree with her claws to make sure she didn't get lost. The only sound around her was that of birds singing to one another. She approached one of the trees, looking it over and resting a hand against it as she watched its leaves sway on the wind. She lowered herself to the partially grassy floor of the forest and rested against the tree, taking in a deep breath of the forest. It was already more relaxing than she expected it to be.

She took a second to remove her cloak, folding it and placing it in her lap as she sat in a lotus-like posture. She closed her eyes.

It was a few minutes before she felt the energy of her magic gently ignite, rolling over the cloak upon her lap. It remained still, a small, quiet, white flame resting spread-out over the top of the article of clothing. She redoubled her focus upon it, urging the energy to progress further. There was a moment of increased pressure before she felt the flame flicker. She tried to hold it, adding more energy - only for the flames to surge slightly before falling apart and dissipating. She allowed herself a moment of recollection before she sat in concentration once more.

Just as she began again she heard a slight, distant '[i]snap[/i]' from deeper in the trees. She was immediately on her feet, the cloak being disposed onto the ground beneath her as she moved, her footsteps light and quick, yet calculated as she positioned herself behind a tree. She listened again as she stood still. The footsteps where casual - not rushed, nor heavy. She afforded a slow peek around the tree. Her realization of who it was snapped into place almost at the same time as his unique magical signature had.

Cloven? Why was he out here? Come to think of it, he’d been rather scarce around the guild during the last few weeks. Maybe he was trying to escape from all of the commotion, like she was. She’d never really talked to Cloven much - not that that was unusual, she remained to herself a majority of the time - but he seemed...distant. It kinda reminded her of her own behavior, but his seclusion seemed more.. effortless then hers did. She wondered why. Maybe it was because he was surrounded by people he couldn’t really relate to? With Felix as his only option for someone his own age, maybe it wasn’t a stretch to say that he just felt too different from the rest of the guild members. Then again, there’d surely been plenty of mages his age joining the guild over recent weeks. Many it was just too much for him?

Lilliana gave a short glance backwards before she allowed herself to step out from her cover and into the open, a few yards away from the young mage. There was an unsure pause before she spoke, her half-draconic voice masking the quiet discussion of the birds. [color=C1cdcd]“Um, hi. Cloven.”[/color]

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