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Yona entered the spooky forest with some measure of caution, given what the place was known for naturally. Oykai had asked given her the time and date for their very secretive first date, and the fact that he had chosen a place like the Spooky Forest had made Yona glad. It was sort of proof that he didn't need to coddle or protect her the same way some beaus felt the need to be an alpha male and some women enjoyed playing the damsel. She slapped her cheeks twice in the chilly air focusing her thoughts on the forest around her. This place was dangerous enough without her getting distracted over such silly sentiments.
Yona had never been on a date before, she had never had the time her desire to either. Her whole life was surrounded by tragedy and adventure, the pursuit of those responsible for the death of her family. Ever since she was reunited with Sato however, her priorities had adapted, her heart swayed to spending her time rejoicing with her brother rather than dwelling and drowning on the history of her sorrows. A date with Oykai nevertheless surprised her: she could have probably found some nice mage in a sturdy legal guild or a non magical boy who was a masterful artist or something. Why pick the male who goaded and teased her for nearly all the time she had known him... well. There was just something about his honesty that she hated to admit that she liked, even when it pointed out things she didn't plan to show publicly or when he noted her behaviors ill befitting someone in her position. She still couldn't stand his rudeness or the cruel things he said, taunts just to get under her skin, but lately his jests were simply playful jokes and the honesty wasn't quite as mean as it used to be. Yona slapped her cheeks again, having found herself lost in thought on the subject only minutes after she had tried to redirect herself already.
Ketsueki was thankfully silent, Yona didn't need to threaten him as he already knew that she was meeting with Oykai and he had no appetite for meeting with the deathless again himself. When Yona thought of him, she pictured the way he looked as he held his book, holding her hands and insisting that he was not her personal killer, rather only her personal escort to the afterlife when it came down to it. When Ketsueki pictured Oykai, he envisioned the male who had had a grip on his life essence and no qualms about stripping him of his power and his life; the intense eyes that had bored into his until he had recoiled from the seat of command in Yona's mind. An even chillier wind blew on past and pulled the green haired mage's scarf away. She exclaimed, "Hey wait! No, come back! Don't!" but her orange scarf was already fluttering on the breeze between some skeletal trees.
Yona's brown heeled ankle boots crushed and crackled the dead leaves on the forest floor as she went chasing after her scarf. The sky seemed to get darker and she felt the fabric between her fingertips just in time to notice just how dark it was in this part of the forest. The mage could turn around and still see the main path she had been taking bathed in warm afternoon sunlight, but the area she stood in was darkened with clouds up above. The woman wrapped her long orange scarf back around her neck, twice this time, letting the ends dangle by her waist. She wore tight black leggings, a short brown skirt, and a loose-knit dark green sweater. Yona hadn't yet tugged on her little orange gloves, keeping them stuffed haphazardly into the two pockets near the bottom of her green sweater. She gave her burnt orange scarf a hearty tug, making a satisfied snort, "Got you. Damn thing."
The plant mage peered around seeing a patch of pumpkins not far from where she stood. She knew she had to be getting close to the spot where she was to meet Oykai, but Yona recalled an event in Fiore going on. All able hands were requested to pick pumpkins for a pumpkin based party. She had offered to grow pumpkins herself and was turned down, for tradition or some dumb reason she had already put out of her mind. Sourly, Yona had decided to stubbornly not pick pumpkins if she couldn't grow her own. Then again, her love of plants was strong and with Oykai's date being a mystery, perhaps this was where he had intended for them to go after all. She glanced back at the path and then chose to head into the patch. It hadn't been too far away and besides, the pumpkins looked great even from a distance. She just had to get a closer look at those vines and whenever Oykai arrived, he probably wouldn't even be mad for her spoiling their surprise date by going into the patch ahead of him.
Yona rubbed her cold hands together and blew into them as she moved into the patch. The pumpkins were growing at random; instead of orderly and efficient lines as experienced farmers would have done, the gourds were sprouting about like a splatter painting. Clusters of small pumpkins here, one very large pumpkin there, some varieties of white and spotted pumpkins mixed betwixt the others, and her favorite so far was a large orange pumpkin with a wiry vine curled around its stem . Her favorite had grown on its side and so was perfectly rounded on all but that one very flat side. The silliness and imperfection of the vegetable was what made her so happy. Yona was no ordinary farmer. She bent down to brush some of the dirt from the pumpkin's skin and jumped out of her skin, shrieking as a loud squawk came out from behind her.
Angrily, the mage whirled around and swatted her hands, kicking the air near to the black bird perched behind her on a small rock. "Get out of here! Nothing scares me! Jerk-faced crow... with your stupid little eyes and your... stupid little brain... and your dumb... feet." Her insults were lacking in her surprise and she slowly stopped embarrassed that she was just naming the parts of the bird. In reply, the bird squawked again and took off into the air, unimpressed, and she couldn't blame him. Yona watched him take flight and join with a hearty crew of black-feathered friends in the sky above her. A cold wind moved past and she ducked her head, shivering, "Curse this wind. I should have brought my coat." When she looked back up, the birds' beady eyes were narrowed on her and their flight appeared to be directed on her position.
"Oh no... Oh no!" Yona said waving her arms. The birds let out a series of haws, caws, and screeches as they fell upon her from the sky. They pecked at her arms and legs, scratching with their claws at her sweater and face. She was lucky she wore the scarf as one of the claws tore a slice through the fabric of her sweater and cut into the flesh of her chest. A few inches up might have been much more dangerous! "Blasted birds!" Yona screamed, trying to dodge and run from them. Normally, Yona didn't fight animals, being that they belonged in the wild, but these birds were relentless. Crows were intelligent, but they never acted like this: a murder working in unison to bring her down? This was beyond normal behavior. "Just remember that you made me do this!" Yona raced away from the birds as they circled back into the sky, giving her a short reprieve. She slipped on one of them small pumpkins and slammed into the ground, cursing it out. This was supposed to be a date. Now look at her! Her green hair was tangled with a handful of leaves and her sweater was pecked and torn into looking like something she might have worn on the streets years ago.
Yona began emitting chemical signals, odorless to people but not to her insect allies. Despite the cool weather, their were still some about ready to come to her aid. From the trees, hundreds of hidden spiders threw out webs and leapt into the breeze, using the fall weather to help them reach the birds with relative ease. The arachnids landed upon the crows, biting them and injecting disorienting venom. It wasn't enough to kill the birds, but between the webbing upon their feathers, screwing up their flight plans, and the bites of the spiders, the birds couldn't make a unified attack as they had planned. Several crows fell, too disoriented to fly or fight any more. Next, Yona tilted her head back and blew the remainder of the murder a kiss.
The green magical energy floated from her lips through the air and surrounded the avian monsters. Within the next few moments, all of the black birds were asleep and crashing to the patch below without dignity. A kerfuffle of feathers in the pumpkin patch later and the plant mage got to her feet. She checked out the tear in her sweater and the light bleeding from the skin beneath it. "Maybe I shouldn't have spoiled Oykai's surprise after all." It was possible the birds were some strange deathless-only birds, as it was well known that ravens and death had some sort of omen like relationship. She hoped Oykai wouldn't be too upset if that was the case and she had just knocked the entire race of bird-reapers unconscious.
WC reached will continue as a job
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