Vesta ★ Guildless ★ C-Rank
The little witch had been waiting a while for the Golden Phoenix to arrive, which was worrisome for the girl. She was probably busy with other work, of course a guildmaster and Wizard Saint was probably a very very busy person. So she was probably running late, the young girl was just worried that she wasn't going to end up making it and she would have to do this with someone else. Because in no way would anyone trust someone of her rank and age to handle this on her own. Which she could understand, at least her rank, she wasn't as experienced with magic. But she hated being underestimated because of her age. Which should have nothing to do with her abilities, what she can and can't do. Yeah she is young, but that just means that she has more possibilities to grow and learn. Restricting her from doing so is just plain idiotic, at least that's how Vesta thought.
Upon hearing the train arrive the nine year old would leap to her feet, her petite figure standing tall, trying to look like she could handle herself and that she could help. The girl wanted to make a good first impression on the guildmaster, so maybe they could even go on a mission after this, if they succeeded in this one. Which she had confidence in that she would do just that, maybe she couldn't do it on her own, not while she is now, but that's what Astrid is here for right? The train stopped, she walked over, close but still some distance from the door so she didn't get in the way of anybody trying to get off. Then the first thing she saw then the doors opened, was a small figure, not much bigger then herself, and a head full of long silver hair, fall to the ground. Being a good person, always wanting to help anybody whenever she can, even if that makes her get in the way, without hesitation she ran over. Falling to her knees she looked at the body, the face the young woman was making was sort of scaring her, the frozen horror of falling on her head.
Wait, she knew who this was, it was Astrid Foss. What was wrong with her? The girl wasn't sure, but she needed to help. Like I said, good impressions and plus she needed help in dealing with the issue that Toylaten has. She didn't know any healing spells, specializing in summoning, she didn't really know anything besides that. Vesta at this time wished she was more fluid in her magic as her mother is, there was a spell for almost anything, and she didn't bother learning anyone of them. How stupid she was, she thought. Quickly she removed her key from it's place around her neck, she held the back of it's head. She didn't know where to place it to at least try and help her heal, but it should work no matter where. So she pressed the beak of the key to the silvernette's forehead, the healing would spread through her body, hopefully giving her some relief. It wasn't a high ranked ability, due to Vesta not being a high ranked witch, but it should help some. "Are you alright?"
she asked in a worried tone, clutching her key close to her chest, a gentle hand on the other girl's shoulder.W o r d C o u n t:
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