Investigating Fairy Tail

The night air was cool and refreshing to her, a pattern of glowing stars on a satin sky above her. She was crouching on the roof of one of the abandoned stalls, elbows on her kness and her hands hanging loosely between her legs. The owner gone for the night. It was one that served ramen and mochi at the same place, since the owner had thought for some hellish reason it was a good idea to serve one of the most savory and salty foods with one of the sweetest at the same place.

There were stalls scattered in a loose square around the center of Magnolia. In front of her was Fairy Tail's guild hall. To her right were home items, like toiletries, furniture, artwork, and kitchen items. There were probably more, but Shion had gotten bored through the middle of examining them and had moved onto the next side, where there were food stalls. She could almost hear the sizzling of grills, and smell the delicious aromas wafting from the stalls. The last side, to her left, was filled with random stuff. There was a stall for ink and a stall for lamps right next to each other---she had checked.

But she wasn't interested in the stalls surrounding her, although she did need to get some food to take back to the tavern (too bad---they would have to wait a day. She'd bought the stuff with full intentions of staying in Magnolia, even though she could've gone back in just a day).

Shion was interested in the Fairy Tail guild. She wasn't looking to join it---she was happy by herself, living in the mountains and doing chores to be able to sleep in a tavern (she wasn't, but it was decent, and to hell if she was going to ruin it with a thoughtless comment). But...Fairy Tail was interesting. It had been a place filled with laughter and daily brawls, with a bar to the side. It'd been great, and then...well, something had happened.

They were less rowdy, and from what she'd heard, there was silence. Apparently the guild members barely interacted, treating the guild hall as a place to rest, sometimes eat, and pick up jobs. Did they even know each other's names? Shion blew out a breath, eyeing the heavy wooden doors to the guild with something akin to curiosity.

She picked up the hanging piece of the scarf between her pointer finger and thumb, rubbing it between them. The scarf shined like diamonds in the moonlight. Or maybe it was the starlight; Polonium----he, had liked the stars, after all.

She ran over tongue over her upper teeth, exposing them to the world. They were sharp, as though someone had filed them down to the finest points possible while still leaving some substance there. The wind had picked up, ruffling her hair, which was in a loose braid, wrapped through with poisoned wire (she'd learned to do this after the sixteenth time a man tried to force himself on her while grabbing her hair).

"What a night it is to be out," Shion grumbled in a low voice, her draconic accent dripping through. "What a night."