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[color=f49ac2]✡ "This is much better than that stuffy old circus!" ✡[/color]
[hr][color=f49ac2]✡ Time: Morning ✡ Location: Crocus - Fenixtear Guildhall ✡ Interaction: [url=https://i.imgur.com/sdzBdMy.jpg]Ollivander Pottle[/url], [url=https://i.imgur.com/TQEMkyd.png]Lém (Bee)[/url], Grasidia ✡[/color]
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By morning, the Pottle's (less Bebe naturally) were up and busying about within the innards of the Green Man monolith. Ollivander had slipped into Bebe's room and re-retrieved the envelope with the donations for Fenixtear. It appeared he hadn't fully trusted Bebe to deliver it after all. 18 years old or not, sometimes she still behaved like a flighty child. Bee was busy stuffing his pocket with something stolen from Ollivander's study. The old star merchant [i]hardly[/i] noticed. After the umpteenth call from her grandfather and Bee's squawaking in her ear, she finally rose refreshed and ready to take the day! 

As she exited the The Green Man, she felt the world beneath her feet and the sunlight seeping deep into her bones. The birds chirped. The wind blew. And Bebe cooed, her braided pigtails flapping about as she ran out into the windy mountainside greenlands. The outer walls of Crocus towered over her in the near distance as she heard a queer swirling popping sound behind her and the remnants of the colossal green man twisting into nothingness. Ollivander shuffled near, patting at his peculiar overcoat, Bee trailing behind him, his face buried in some kind of ethernano-fueled gaming device. 

She held her arms out wide, catching the heat waves and peered at the sun through splayed fingers. 

[color=silver][b]"Let us be on our way."[/b][/color] Ollivander commanded cooly and she quickly caught up. Bee murmured something like [i]ok[/i], though remained in step with them like a trained puppy. 

Bebe looked to her grandfather as they passed through the city gates and suddenly frowned, [color=f49ac2]"You know, I feel completely robbed..."[/color] she began, waiting for Ollivander to prompt her to continue. He pursed his lips and looked down at her like a librarian, [color=silver][b]"My dear, you must elaborate if I am to provide you with substantial feedback."[/b][/color] 

[color=f49ac2]"Well, since you asked and I've been wanting to get this off my chest..."[/color] she continued, instinctively pulling Bee out of the path of a speedy carriage as if it were second nature. Neither of them acknowledged the close call and simply continued forth with what they were doing, Bee with his gaming (he didn't even look up) and she with her morning grievances, [color=f49ac2]"I spent 18 years living in the Star Circus. My entire life spent locked inside those gilded gates like some kind of caged bird. Just from what little I've seen..."[/color] she looked out at the hustle and bustle of the city streets and at the birds that flew freely overhead and her eyes sparkled, [color=f49ac2]"...this is a strange and wonderful world and If I..."[/color] 

Bebe paused, gathering her feelings; Bee bumped into her back but remained transfixed by his game, grunting angrily as he mashed oddly shaped buttons. Ollivander halted too and looked into her eyes, inspecting her curiously for what she was going to say next.

After a moment of their bubbled silence, she shook her head (as if to say nevermind) and continued towards the guild, apparently she knew her way. Ollivander squinted at her from behind before continuing along too, pulling Bee by the shoulder with him. 

As Fenixtear came upon them, she paused again and looked to her grandfather, her countenance serious, [color=f49ac2]"If I had known there was so much to see and experience in this world, I would have ran away from the Star Circus long ago. Like I had always planned to."[/color] 

Ollivander looked at her and crossed his arms, [color=silver][b]"You were going to run away?"[/b][/color] 

She nodded, [color=f49ac2]"I didn't because mother begged me not to."[/color] 

[color=silver][b]"Which one?"[/b][/color]

[color=f49ac2]"Both of them actually. They found one of my dream journals and stopped me on the night that I was going to do it. I'm surprised they didn't tell you."[/color] 

[color=silver][b]"Well, you were better off for it my dear."[/b][/color] Ollivander said, taking curious notice of the broken window on the front of the guildhall, [color=silver][b]"There are many wicked and evil things in this world that are better left buried in the abyss where they belong."[/b][/color] 

[color=f49ac2]"I won't really know for sure unless I experience it though. The good and the bad."[/color] she refuted, though was met with a scowl, [color=silver][b]"You don't need to get run over by a mule to know that it's no good for you. Don't say such foolish things girl. Your sentiments for boundless discovery are grossly misguided."[/b][/color]

[color=f49ac2]"What would you know about boundless discovery? Or wonder? Or what lies beyond the mysterious beyond? You just spend all your days collecting and selling stars. The Star Merchant from the Star Circus. How original."[/color]

Bee finally looked up from the game, feeling the sudden tension. [color=silver][b]"He also heals people...."[/b][/color] Bee murmured to himself, inaudibly. Ollivander moved close to Bebe and looked over her small 18-year old frame, his gaze like a fiercely stern lioness reprimanding their cub for their own good, [color=silver][b]"Let me make this very clear my dear. You may be 18 now and you may belong to a guild, but do not be a willing participant in the upheaval of something that could bring about the destruction of others or yourself. Do not fall victim to the thrill of a new journal entry. It is never worth it. Do you understand?"[/b][/color]

Bebe returned a scowl back at him, but eventually relented, turning away, [color=f49ac2]"Yes, I understand Papa"[/color] she grumbled. With a sour expression, she entered into the guildhall, Ollivander and Bee following soon thereafter. Why did he have to ruin the early sunny mood, she thought, forgetting that it was her who actually started the whole thing. And now she was feeling a little bitter. Her vibe thoroughly killed, Bebe dragged herself through the cocophany of guild mages (some going, some leaving, and some just sitting about) and plopped down at a table occupied by a single exceptionally tall woman with dark hair. Bebe looked up at the woman, giving her a half-assed smile, before pouting to herself, taking out one of her dream journals, and began writing fervently. In moments like these, Elune (her enchanted quill pen) was too slow to convey what she wanted to write in that moment. [i]Papa being a know it all again...[/i] she began to write. 

But then she suddenly paused and kind of just stared at the woman, her lips quivering feebly as if she wanted to say something to her. Bee came over and sat beside her (instructed by Ollivander he announced, though no one asked. And noticing that Bebe was not listening, he promptly slunk off after hearing a group of mages talking about a haunted forest. He grinned curiously as his figure shrunk from view.) Ollivander went off to offer up the donation to Torys.

Meanwhile, Bebe was still staring at this woman, unbothered if the woman was looking back at her or not and wondering what this weird little pig-tailed girl was staring for. Then Bebe suddenly slammed her journal closed, leaning her face in a little closer to the woman, [color=f49ac2]"Why do people who are older than us always think they know everything? I bet he's lived his entire life in the Star Circus. What does he know about discovery or evil?"[/color] Bebe inquired casually, as if confiding to a friend she'd always known and assuming this woman knew what the Star Circus was. 

Let it be clear; this was there first time meeting.