A blue head weaved it's way through the crowds. If one looked past the bizarre hair color, the person under it seemed normal enough.
So long as they didn't listen to the quiet string of curses pouring their way out of her mouth.
Well, this trip has been a major bust so far. Getting checked out by the doctor told me nothing I didn't already know, and every interesting book on enchantment is either useless, or warded against theft so well I wouldn't even reach the door before being caught.
Although, the journey hadn't been entirely useless. A thick, blank book, with a rich red leather cover, sat in her bag. A little pricey considering her tiny budget, but very ideal for her next project. A Grimoire to call her own. Time, research, and propably more white-out than she'd like to admit would be involved, but it would be an interesting project.
She pushed the thought out of her mind, as she approached the cafe Awiergan had agreed to meet her at. Spotting a familiar head with a more normal hair color, Hex closed the distance in seconds.
no subject
So long as they didn't listen to the quiet string of curses pouring their way out of her mouth.
Well, this trip has been a major bust so far. Getting checked out by the doctor told me nothing I didn't already know, and every interesting book on enchantment is either useless, or warded against theft so well I wouldn't even reach the door before being caught.
Although, the journey hadn't been entirely useless. A thick, blank book, with a rich red leather cover, sat in her bag. A little pricey considering her tiny budget, but very ideal for her next project. A Grimoire to call her own. Time, research, and propably more white-out than she'd like to admit would be involved, but it would be an interesting project.
She pushed the thought out of her mind, as she approached the cafe Awiergan had agreed to meet her at. Spotting a familiar head with a more normal hair color, Hex closed the distance in seconds.
"Hey there, Red. How's tricks?"
(OOC: Awiergan's hair is red, right?)