Whoever would ever say that deserts could be fun? Anyone who decided to live in a place like this was either insane or straight up masochist! The poor moon goddess was walking on the sandy surface with a heavy cloak hiding her entire figure, head included. Only a small opening for her eyes to allow one to see was present. Why in the world did she accept a job like this? Well, it was for one of her new guild mates, actually. It appeared that he was interested in all this and wanted help. So here she was, trying to help. And yet, she found herself in the most uncomfortable position ever. Being clad in cloth from toe to her ears, it was the exact opposite of what she liked. The dislike of clothes transformed into hate as she walked further, the heavy attire weighing her down like nothing else.
But if she tried to remove it all like she wanted, things would not get much better. The scorching heat would get to her soon most likely and not to even mention the wind that was carrying particles of sand everywhere! If something like that would get into her long ears, she would not be able to get it out for weeks. And that was another problem she honestly did not want to deal with right now. She already had problems grooming her own tail sometimes, having it coated in sand would not help the issue in the slightest. With a sigh that was rendered inaudible by the cloth, she continued on. There was a set location where she was to meet this "Julius", a fellow member of Black Sails. Only few months back in time, the girl would have never even imagined that she would join an organization like that and work with other people from it. She was a solitary creature that roamed and wandered the land as she pleased without being bound to any rules or higher powers.
And yet, here she was. But to be fair, Black Sails was a fitting pick for her. While she was no actual pirate, the semi lawless nature of it was comforting for her. She was not bound by anything still and could go on doing her thing without having to worry about breaking some sort of rules. Well, there was one thing. Apparently the guild master had a grand old distaste for the magical council, resulting in all members of this guild being forbidden from gaining formal statuses and positions such as Wizard Saint. However, that much was fine. Noheme was long over wanting to become the hero of this world in all honesty. While that was her goal not too long ago, she quickly realized that it was sometimes better to be the silent one who works for good from behind the scenes. She didn't need all that much fame to live a good life on Earthland. And she certainly didn't need it to understand humans themselves.
For that was still her goal in progress. An endless journey at which she wanted to gain knowledge of humanity and it's workings. A task that only a silly goddess such as herself could take. And finally, she saw it in a distance. Half broken down tower which could provide some shelter. It was a grand landmark in these plains, a good meeting point. Though she did not sense another magical signature just yet. So she simply entered and removed all the cloth that was wrapped around her head, allowing herself to breathe freely once more. Looking around, she would observe the intricate design of the walls surrounding her as she waited. It was a shame that she would not be helping a cute girl this time, but not much that could be done about that. Even if he was a male, she still couldn't a chance at new relationship let slip up. After all, connections between living beings were one of the greatest sources of human emotion knowledge. And she was indeed willing to learn still.
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