Having returned to the residence of the Silver Wolves after adventuring into the Silent Glaciers days prior, the girl of gothic attire had found her life to be changed once again in the mere span of seconds during this chilly week- it was to no surprise to her that her mother was able to free herself from the chains of a ruthless dark guild, Fallen Titan
, only to reunite with her daughter that had freed herself from her own shackles many months prior. It was a miracle that the two were still alive- well, sort of. Finally, the busy emotion-filled week was beginning to slow down to normalcy; the icy blade that she had miraculously recovered had found its place in the guild vault and her mother was finally getting comfortable within the guild's ranks, allowing Angel to find time to focus on her own personal crafts. A cigarette in hand, she would find herself a bit far down the mountain ranges from the warm getaway within the snow scanning the white canvas for vibrant herbs and berries that were said to flourish within these frosted climates in an attempt to create potions out of them. Her current goal was to find a locally-sourced healing potion that she could almost constantly produce for her guildmates to take along with them on their expeditions into the familiar and the unknown- while she already had recipes upon recipes for healing tonics and natural remedies, finding herbs close to her new residence would be beneficial on all ends, allowing for her to cease travel to nearby lands when she is in need to resupply. It felt strange not wandering the streets of Ishgar selling potions and gathering supplies as often as she did in her past, but the life she had been granted upon bearing the sigil of the wolf did not call for such laboring practices anymore- it was quite nice.
Holding onto the oversized witch hat that would sit on top of her jet-black twin tails, the potion maker would slowly trudge through the thick snow that coated the landscape of the Phoenix Mountains- her new studded snow boots were allowing her to not
fall around while trying to navigate as many had witnessed before, accompanied by a matching fluffy black cloak that would keep her quite warm on her little miniature adventure. "Wo wären diese nun...,"
she would speak in her native tongue quietly to herself, her eyes scanning the nearby trees in an attempt to catch a glimpse of a small red sparkle, "Dies wird eine weile dauern."
Raising her cigarette to her lips, she would slowly inhale its contents as she would keep looking- unlike a normal cigarette, this would appear to be filled with natural herbs such as lavender, rolled in a paper that resembled a pink rose. It was indeed a floral cigarette that she had created on her own. "Ooh!"
the black-haired girl would exclaim in a state of excitement as she would run over to another nearby tree, slowly leaning down to rest on her knees at its base. In front of her would rest a giant patch of a frosty green and blue plant of sorts- it looked to resemble a cabbage at first, but it was so much larger than those leafy greens one would find edible. Removing her large woven basket from her arm and resting it beside her, she would remove a small pair of shears from the inside and delicately cut a decent amount off of the bunch, filling her basket. "Nicht das, wonach ich gesucht habe, aber ich bin mir sicher, dass dies für etwas nützlich sein wird,"
she would speak to herself quietly as she would pat the flora down in her basket to make more room, raising to stand on her feet once more, "Vy wird in der Lage sein zu sehen, ob es giftig ist."
It was true that her traveling companion, Vy, would be able to tell if the herbs she had collected from the base of the trees were packed with toxins or not- being a death god of the void's gate, he had a knack for things that could send souls to pass on to the other side, and had thousands of years of knowledge on the subject. His fascination in the arts of poisons was something that led him to befriend Angel, alongside many other factors. "Hm, ich frage mich..,"
she would speak to herself within the cold, thrashing winds that would sweep through the icy way- a small feeling of a dark pit would begin to manifest in her stomach, which would make her nearly drop her cigarette as she would briefly hunch over. Perhaps she was straying a bit too far from the death god that granted her the ability to live amongst the living once again.. though she did not realize, this had been the farthest she had ever been away from him since the incident. Her natural instincts would lead her to make her way back toward the guildhall rather than away from it in her search for the rumored red berries. Sticking to the side of the path that would lead a traveler to the den of wolves, she would continue to scan the trees for her desired prize, leaving a small trail of floral-smelling smoke in her wake.
"Wo wären diese nun...?" -> "Now, where would these be...?"
"Dies wird eine Weile dauern." -> "This will take a while."
"Nicht das, wonach ich gesucht habe, aber ich bin mir sicher, dass dies für etwas nützlich sein wird!" -> "Not what I was looking for, but I'm sure this will be useful for something!"
"Vy wird in der Lage sein zu sehen, ob es giftig ist." -> "Vy will be able to help see if it's poisonous."
"Hm, ich frage mich..." -> "Hm, I wonder.."post wc: