Leila Vergious ♣ Golden Phoenix ♣ B-Rank
For now, she seated herself against one of the stone walls, right next to the lingering darkness that the hall next to her was emitting. It sure was dark in there, they should probably try to craft some form of a torch or other light before venturing inside. But that was a problem for later, as Leila often lived by the rule of 'leave tomorrow's problems to tomorrow you'
when out like this. Meaning she would care about getting a light source only once her father arrives and not sooner. Ori too didn't seem to have much on his mind, as his glowing fur slightly illuminated the grass around his body, the tiny frame of his being nothing more than a spec in the sight of the ancient underground labyrinth she was to enter. In these situations, one just had to wonder who exactly made these structures and just for what purpose. It was quite puzzling indeed. In the meantime, the mechanical father was still inside of a distant hotel. He himself was quite the wanderer, after all. Not to mention that he's been working very hard, and his work had even noticed by the magic council and other mages as well! Though he wasn't officially a mage of any description, it seemed that they took him for one and counted on his help whenever there was a problem Leila had to solve. But honestly, that was something the nameless golem would do regardless of the outside world's interference. He wanted to help his daughter always, ever since he adopted in that barren land filled with cruelty. That moment was the true beginning of his story and the story of Leila Vergious. The story of Gardens of Eden, the story of it all. If not for this single machine, nothing of that would have ever happened.
It was honestly something a little difficult to think about, both for the mechanical being and a regular human. But he knew that he always wasn't there for his daughter. And thus he also knew that he had tons more work to do before he could truly forgive himself again. In the end, his own power wasn't even that important, even if it allowed him to be admired by others. It wouldn't matter. He lived his life only for the few people that he actually cared about rather than the masses. In this respect, he was different from his daughter who tried to find a middle road, always find some time for those she loved and adored and yet serve the entire world as a mage who would become the hero. Shaking his head at it all, the machine would step out of the building slowly as checked that he had everything necessary. And in a very similar fashion to Leila, he would get onto his horse and let it gallop away, toward the great and ancient ruins where the two were meant to meet. He was a little bit late already, which was somewhat unusual for him, but it was not like he was perfect. Despite being made out of well-oiled cogs and springs, he still had his own flaws too.
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