Iceberg. "The place where all the ice and cold in the world is born and where it dies." That description did not quite suit the country, for although it was ruled by a tyrant many lovely and gracious souls could both be born and thrive there. Lacey herself had no declaration that she fit under one of those categories, but nonetheless the noir haired mage objected to calling her home country a frozen hell on earth. Such a concept was possibly redundant and not confirmable, anyways, as she had never been to that awful place and wasn't sure if it was already cold as ice. Either way, the point was that Iceberg was not quite such a bad place. In fact, the young woman missed it already. She had been residing in Fiore for quite some time now, at least comparatively so; two weeks was a brief span in the grand scheme of things yet for her it was already enough. The nation seemed to be eternally on the brink of spring's shift into summer, with sunny days and occasional light showers of rain and balanced, never changing hours of light during the day. Lacey could suppose that this had something to do with the place's location in Earthland, but as she herself knew not many countries beyond those directly between Fiore and Iceberg as well as the Pergrande Kingdom, she could not say for sure what the geography of this planet was. In fact, the idea of it not even being a round sort at all had occurred to her more than once, but so as to not go mad the dark headed girl refused to entertain these musings for too long.
All in all, the main point was that she had been meaning to visit her lovely, freezing nation and feel those beautiful waves of nostalgia as she gazed upon the small village that she had originated from. After all, Lacey had set out from the settlement several years ago, regardless of whether or not she had remained in the nation itself. Being a country, the territory belonging to Iceberg and its ever tyrannical ruler was large enough to get lost in if one didn't care to get a grasp of one's bearings. She, certainly, had not, wanting to assume the guise of a lost traveler with the name Lavinia Botticelli. It was her name now; she would make certain that nobody knew otherwise, or even thought of the possibility of it not being so. The young woman folded her hands in her lap, wringing them together tightly as her stomach clenched with the guilt of this eternal lie she was playing out. What a hypocrite, really; to strive to create a sinless world while she could not bear to admit to her own soul the crimes she had committed and accept them to ask for forgiveness. She breathed out a shaky sigh before loosening her entwined fingers and pressing the palms of her hands flat against the upholstery of the seat. This train she had taken was rumored to lead straight through the majority of Earthland, bypassing any pesky foreign customs or other things that could possibly delay a traveler. Since all Lacey really wanted to do was reach Iceberg as swiftly as possible-- mm, she could imagine the frost chill on her skin right now, and it was simply divine-- she had taken the magical form of transportation that was this newfangled type of train. So far, it seemed to be rather the same, except for much more elevated in price. Perhaps she was just a cheapskate or didn't understand the way the currency of Fiore worked, but 100,000 jewels for a single one way ticket seemed excessive.
Lacey inhaled another stuttering breath as she shoved her hands against the cushions, trying to find some kind of purchase to confirm her existence as a human. There were no tanuki ears under her winter hat and nor was there a tail swishing around between her legs and being sat on uncomfortably right now; nobody knew a thing, and she intended to keep it that way. Her hands fluttered around uncertainly for a moment before she lifted both up to tuck her scarf more securely around her neck. This ride is long, she complained inwardly before her conscience nagged at her and she crumpled a bit inside. Not that I have any right to complain and anyways, it is crossing several nations at once, she justified. The dark haired mage smoothed down her skirt before pulling her heavy woolen coat more snuggly around her body, patting down all of her furs to make sure that nearly every inch of her body was covered. Her ears were left bare, though, a fact that suddenly became blindingly obvious. When she got to Iceberg, she would need to either pull up her scarf or find a pair of earmuffs. Lacey twisted one corner of her lip between her upper and lower teeth as she thought hard concerning going about and acquiring such an article of winter clothing. It was indeed a nation that always had freezing cold temperatures, but that was precisely why everyone already had winter gear; well, she would figure things out when it came to that, the girl supposed, although secretly she worried quite heavily.
Her attention was diverted all of a sudden as a blonde girl, rather petite and in fact short to the point of it being a noticeable physical trait, barged into the train car. The place was actually most empty aside from Lacey herself as well as a couple other passengers; nothing compared to the other cars, which were leading to more desirable places than Iceberg, she would assume. "I've accepted a job to help this chick out, her name is Alyia or something. Her family doesn't remember her and there's other fishy business going on, but the point is, I need a couple replacement because my gang and I gotta head back to Fiore and help out our guild with some darkies. Help a few strangers out, will ya?" Immediately following that announcement, the blonde departed from the car after taping a wrinkled sheet of paper onto the sliding glass door of the tanuki's compartment. Naturally, Lacey opened up her door and stood in the aisle, ignoring for the most part the stares of the few other passengers in the car. She did notice their glances but was focused on reading what ended up being the job description. "Ask some people in the city about what is going on. Figure out if anyone remembers Alyia and why the city is different." Lacey tilted her head to the side slightly as she contemplated the mission; not actually being an official resident of Fiore could end up being a problem if the Magic Council questioned why she was taking on mage work here without even a permit or whatever, if that was necessary; however, the requester seemed to need help. "Is anyone possibly a mage here and could assist me?" she asked the general bystanders in the car curiously. If all else failed, the blonde and her friends had probably come through other train cars to get here and she could inquire as to if people from there wanted to group up and visit Alyia's home town.
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