And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
All was currently quiet within the guildmaster’s office, the only sounds interrupting this fragile state were that of the woman turning a page once every couple of minutes and the ticking of the small wooden clock placed upon the corner of her desk.
Purple eyes scanned the pages of the large book in front of her, staring intently as if she wished to burn the information into her corneas permanently. This was backed by how she was positioned, leaning forward almost entirely onto her neatly tidied desk, her head being held up only by the way her opened hand rested on her chin and in which her elbow ever so carefully fit onto the edge of her desk, nowhere near leaning back into the back of her cushioned work office chair. Perhaps a bad way to sit, as this sort of position could later in life lead to some major back issues. But while she was alone the slayer was not one to worry about her appearance like she normally did when others were around. The information she was gathering was too important for her mind to think about what position her back was in. One might ask what was so important to the girl that she did not fear for her back. The answer would be that her favorite author had just recently produced another book within a series she had adored since childhood. Anne of Green Gables. It has been years since the last book was written, or even since the silvernette had laid her eyes upon her own copies. So when she found out a new book had been released you could imagine she dropped everything and got her hands on the closest copy she could find in town. Lucky for her, this series apparently wasn’t that popular anymore, and there were many copies left in stock from her to choose from. Someone might wonder why she was so invested in this series, to the point where she would drop her entire schedule for the afternoon to enjoy it. It was simple, she related to Anne a lot. As a child she was often left alone to her own thoughts and ideals, letting her imagination run wild and intervene with everyday activities, usually getting her in trouble in some way. The same could be said for Anne, as an orphaned child who let her mind get the best of her and happened to be quite the drama queen in her own special way. Astrid projected herself onto Anne, and could relate to all of the emotions she felt as she tried to get along with a world that was the complete opposite of her. As a child the slayer found much comfort in knowing she was not the only person in this world that worked the way she did.
Now that Astrid thought about it, maybe she related to Anne a little too much in light of recent events…
Interrupting her thoughts was a soft knock at her office door. Unexpecting of it Astrid flinched back, instinctively straightening her posture and looking towards the entrance. She blinked once. Last time she checked she had indeed specifically cleared her entire schedule so she could get fully invested into this book, so she was not expecting anyone. Maybe it was important. Letting out a small sigh she eyes looked back down to her book, already missing reading its pages. Guess she would have to save this for later. Unless this was not actually important and someone was just messing with her, to which the silvernette would not respond well too. There might be quite the lecture in store to the smart person who would dare interrupt her time for trivial things when she told them not to.
She reached over the large book to grab a bookmark and slide it into the corner of the open page before closing it, shoving the book over to make way for her arms to rest neatly on top of the desk, intertwining her fingers together neatly.
“Come in” she called, in a somewhat irritated manner.
Opening the door slightly was none other than Fortuna. A green eye slid into the open crack before opening it all the way, revealing herself in full and standing just at the entrance. The blue haired woman bowed apologetically.
“I apologize for interrupting you on your day off, Lady Astrid, but there is someone waiting near the portal.”
Astrid’s expression turned curious. Perhaps a new member? If so then she supposed she should give them a greeting. But she was not aware there were any new members joining right now, at least none that she had heard of.
“Who is it?”
Fortuna shook her head. “I am afraid i do not know. He does give off a powerful magic energy however… And a scent of baked bread. Do you wish for me to to get rid of them?”
“Bake bread?” Astrid repeated, unsure why that felt so familiar. Well, now she really did have a reason to go see. If she did not she would get this nagging feeling in the back of her mind. There was no going back to her book until it was solved. She hummed, standing to her feet slowly, as if she had to force herself to get up.
“That won’t be necessary. I suppose i will go see what they want.” Looking back to Fortuna the girl would shoo her off with a flick of her hand. “Just make sure to clear my schedule for another day.”
"Yes, Lady Astrid." Fortuna would bow again and shuffle out of the door, leaving the door cracked open behind her for the guild master to exit through.
“Baked bread… How curious…” Why was that so familiar? Astrid couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Well, she guessed she was about to find out. Gathering the light around her the slayer used it to increase her speed, and in a burst of light, she seemed to simply vanish from her room.
The blue portal atop Phoenix Mountain would grow out of nothing and begin to pulsate, spitting out a silver light that eventually reformed into Astrid before the portal once again consumed itself and disappeared.
The wind having misplaced her hair from her speedy movement the woman flicked a piece from her shoulder around to her back where it belonged. She placed a hand upon her hip, looking out onto the mountain top. That’s where she spotted him. The unmistakable figure of Kite, and his airship. Baked bread… Now that made sense. The last mission they were on she could remember specifically smelling the scent of baked bread coming from him. And he was quite powerful. The small description Fortuna gave her fit. But, why was he here? Not that she was angry about it, in fact, this was worth interrupting her reading time. She hadn’t seen the demon slayer since they freed the people of Kyoka a while ago, and she did think of him as a friend. But she was curious what this surprise visit was about.
A small smile graced her lips, walking forward to the taller man.
“Bonjour, mon, ami” she greeted softly. “It has been a while. What brings you all the way out here to Phoenix Mountains?”
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