at the end of the day,
words mean nothing
words mean nothing
Vendredi listened as Ardere explained how he seemed to feel similarly, which at this point didn't surprise her any longer. For some reason, it seemed as though the young man could relate to everything that she said, to some extent. This wasn't a bad thing of course, but at least it no longer took her completely by surprise. Vendredi was just musing to herself a bit more when she was startled by a sudden touch-- a light pat on the shoulder from Ardere. Resisting the urge to whirl around and perhaps punch him in the face, Vendredi forced her muscles to stay relaxed. She had to continuously remind herself that here in Fiore, casual touching of others was normal and a common practice. It showed camaraderie, or they were used to express other feelings, such as sympathy. It was only Vendredi's own fault that the young woman had become uncomfortable with such, due to the fact that in Ionia it was typically looked down on for initiating or accepting physical contact with others besides family.
Shaking her head slightly at her own dissecting of her mind and actions, Vendredi continued to walk, finishing her part of the conversation and continuing in silence for a little while until Ardere told her why and when he had joined Fiore's law enforcement. She could understand his reasons, and simply nodded, as sometimes words didn't necessarily require a reply, and were only there to be said and then processed. A few minutes later, Ardere struck up another conversation, this time about one of his prior missions. Apparently, it had been to stop a group of mages, gun users, who had attempted theft of some sort of beer, which she assumed was some sort of alcoholic beverage, given that he had used the measurement of gallons and the fact that his next statement about them enjoying beer very much, was rather lighthearted. Vendredi smiled and replied, "Well, you seem to have survived it without any lasting damage," before the edge of her mouth turned up at his last statement. Back in Ionia, she too had always been assigned the missions that seemed to be completely random-- as though they couldn't have actually happened.
Then the young man recommended that Vendredi join Sabertooth, and the female mage resisted the urge to roll her eyes. He explained that they did a lot of fighting, and Vendredi understood why he had recommended the guild. After all, Ardere had said so themselves-- they had a stubborn spirit that was possibly unmatched by everyone besides... well, then the Rune Knight said it. Fairy Tail. What Vendredi had though to be perhaps the ideal guild, a little bit less chaotic than Saberooth, (maybe), but very friendly and welcoming overall. Of course, all of the more prominent guilds were brilliant and a mage couldn't really make a completely bad decision when joining a guild. But nonetheless, Vendredi had eventually be unsatisfied with the idea of joining a guild-- the young woman had been right in what she had said before, that a guild didn't fit with what she wanted out of life. Perhaps someday...
Debating on the thought, the young woman turned to glance at Ardere, only to see that his eyes were staring straight forward, relaxed and the thermos was in his hand. He hadn't seemed to have his mind affected very much by the drink earlier, and so she could assume that it wouldn't be so this time around, either. Vendredi turned back around as well and tried to understand why people loved Fiore so much. It was a beautiful, free country, this much was true... but she still felt like everything was so foreign. Even though time would wash away that uncomfortable feeling, she was nearly convinced that Ionia was her only home. Fiore was only temporary, until she... Vendredi's hands tightened upon the railing as she stared down into the glassy water. What am I doing? she asked herself. What am I trying to do?
Shaking her head slightly at her own dissecting of her mind and actions, Vendredi continued to walk, finishing her part of the conversation and continuing in silence for a little while until Ardere told her why and when he had joined Fiore's law enforcement. She could understand his reasons, and simply nodded, as sometimes words didn't necessarily require a reply, and were only there to be said and then processed. A few minutes later, Ardere struck up another conversation, this time about one of his prior missions. Apparently, it had been to stop a group of mages, gun users, who had attempted theft of some sort of beer, which she assumed was some sort of alcoholic beverage, given that he had used the measurement of gallons and the fact that his next statement about them enjoying beer very much, was rather lighthearted. Vendredi smiled and replied, "Well, you seem to have survived it without any lasting damage," before the edge of her mouth turned up at his last statement. Back in Ionia, she too had always been assigned the missions that seemed to be completely random-- as though they couldn't have actually happened.
Then the young man recommended that Vendredi join Sabertooth, and the female mage resisted the urge to roll her eyes. He explained that they did a lot of fighting, and Vendredi understood why he had recommended the guild. After all, Ardere had said so themselves-- they had a stubborn spirit that was possibly unmatched by everyone besides... well, then the Rune Knight said it. Fairy Tail. What Vendredi had though to be perhaps the ideal guild, a little bit less chaotic than Saberooth, (maybe), but very friendly and welcoming overall. Of course, all of the more prominent guilds were brilliant and a mage couldn't really make a completely bad decision when joining a guild. But nonetheless, Vendredi had eventually be unsatisfied with the idea of joining a guild-- the young woman had been right in what she had said before, that a guild didn't fit with what she wanted out of life. Perhaps someday...
Debating on the thought, the young woman turned to glance at Ardere, only to see that his eyes were staring straight forward, relaxed and the thermos was in his hand. He hadn't seemed to have his mind affected very much by the drink earlier, and so she could assume that it wouldn't be so this time around, either. Vendredi turned back around as well and tried to understand why people loved Fiore so much. It was a beautiful, free country, this much was true... but she still felt like everything was so foreign. Even though time would wash away that uncomfortable feeling, she was nearly convinced that Ionia was her only home. Fiore was only temporary, until she... Vendredi's hands tightened upon the railing as she stared down into the glassy water. What am I doing? she asked herself. What am I trying to do?
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