❀🌸AROMA TALES🌸❀
The Aroma Garden was earsplitting that morning in Duel Spirit Realm as the plant-magicians rushed around, carrying adornments & enchanted herbs. Among them was a delicate-faced young man with hair so flaring red & narrow, emerald green eyes, clad in red robes, white genie pants, & pointed red boots, carrying commands here & there. He is the Aromage Bergamot, the first male & charge-in-command of the Aroma archetype.
"Is everything ready?" he asked a blonde-haired boy wearing a brown painter's cap & round glasses. The boy, who is named Aromage Cananga, responded with a rapid nod, still carrying various herbs in his glove-covered hands.
At last, everything is ready. The mages just need to wait for their assembly with Mahaad the Dark Magician. Bergamot was somewhere in thoughts, Rosemary was preparing dinner, Jasmine was just fooling around with Aromaseraphy Angelica, & Cananga, being a nerd he is, was lost in his Spellbook of Eternity.
"Berg said that it would be a quick meditation in the waterfall, but it's been kinda lengthy." Aromage Rosemary, the witch with the blue high ponytail, started to groan.
Hum. The spirit of the Aroma Jar, which was placed on a table, made a hum of agreement.
"Maybe he's-" Aromage Jasmine's sentence was cut off by the creaking of the door, & by their teammate entering the cottage, all damp & half-naked. She found it hard to take her purple eyes off Bergamot's well-toned & muscled torso.
"Berg," the red-faced Rosemary said. "Put a shirt on, would you?!"
Bergamot, his long red hair plastered to his face, stared at his bare chest & stomach. "Oh. Sorry." He felt much better when he dried himself with his magic & slipped a blood red sweater on. "Excellent work today, my dear friends." he said without being sarcastic.
"So, Mr. Mahaad would be coming tomorrow. What for?" Canaga asked, closing the Spellbook he got from the Spellbook Library.
"It's a secret, dear Cananga, & don't interfere tomorrow, OK?"
"Ah, well. OK then."
"So, what would you do while I'm having the meeting, girls & Cananga?"
Awkward silence filled the air; you could hear a Silent Strider buzzing.
BOOM! A loud noise interrupted the stillness. It was coming from a canal near the tiny cottage. It was so loud; the whole cottage wobbled from the impact.
"Oh dear." Poor little Angelica nearly had a heart attack. "Laurier? Marjoram? Is that you?" She looked at the coughing & sneezing figures in a smoking crate near the river. Aromage Marjoram scrubbed off the crowding filth from her pale-colored robes. "Yes. It's an emergency." said she.
Hum? the Jar hummed in confusion. The spirit inside didn't understood.
"Prof. Mahaad has been absent, & no card knows where he is." Laurier, the 2nd youngest of them, explained, trying to stable his breath.
"That means we must look for him!" Rosemary contended, her knuckles tightened & her blue eyes narrow.
"No." One of Bergamot's dainty hands squeezed Rosemary's. "It would be excessively hazardous for you all. Stay here. I don't want you to get in trouble with the Plant Princesses."
"Please, for heaven's sake, Berg, we won't." Jasmine pulled the male's white slacks. "And we've got our top-secret weapon."
The red-haired mage exhaled deeply, giving up. "Fine. Curse you & your puppy eyes, Aromage Jasmine."
However, as the other Aromages, the Jar, & Angelica cheered around him, his scowl altered into a genuine beam.