New Mission
"Oh quit, pouting," Xina grumbled. "It'll do for now." Val leveled a glare at her.
"You didn't look very hard, did you?"
"Hey don't look at me, it was Tinuviel's idea."
"And what were you doing while she was shopping?"
"Ummm....did I tell you there's a good restaurant in the last town?" Everybody looked at her. "I just failed to change the subject, didn't I."
"You look just darling in that outfit, Val-Kun," Tinu sighed, oblivious to the situation. "And has an interesting history in fact, it is really a mark of hiigh respect in the culture that the uniform hails from." Tinuviel rambled on as Xina glared at her.
"It does suit you Val-san," Amethyst added smiling. "It goes with your hair nicely."
"I don't think he wants to hear that," Jol said.
"So, you don't think he looks just dashingly handsome in that outfit?"
"No comment." Xalan meaning was bringing up the rear trying to hold in bursts of laughter.
"The next town we can get something else."
"I'm going with you this time."
"Ummm, why?"
"Because I'd rather not end up with something worse than this because you spent most of the money eating." Xalan tapped him on the shoulder still snickering quietly. "What?"
"Could anything be worse than pink and lavender?" The dragon glared at Xalan, probably about to make some kind of retort, when the sound of crying drifted over the next rise. Xalan immediately sobered, and started to move, though certain other members of party proved quicker on the mark
"Somebody is in trouble! We must to their aid in the name of Justice and all that is good!" and then Amethyst was gone in a chimerical blur that more than rivalled the rest of the party.
"Hey, don't just rush into everything!" Xalan shouted. He followed with a little less caution than he would have liked. Val and Xina ran after the other two, falling behind the two faster adventurers. Jol walked calmly behind them, rolling his eyes, it was quite obvious that the individual was not in any immediate trouble, all they were likely to do was scare whoever it was. He turned to look at Tinuviel who was still lecturing.
"...and the daisy badges were assimilated into the uniform in the days of the Great Floral Wars.....hey where did everybody go?"
"Hmmm?" Jol asked blankly.
"Are you okay Jol?" she asked.
"Uh...yes, why?"
"You're acting like your father." Jol blinked and arched an eyebrow.
"They all heard someone crying and went to see what was going on."
"Oh....hmmm...okay," she shrugged and started walking up the path.
"So how much did the Bellehomme uniform cost you?"
"That was the amazing thing, the man seemed to actually want to get rid of it," the elf shrugged. "It only cost me the twenty gold I had."
"Quite a bargain for such a priceless find," Jol noted as they walked along, of course Tinu missed the sarcastic tone that creeped into the statement.
The dark-haired girl sat next to the tumbled cart weeping her eyes out. The thieves had taken everything. It wasn't fair. She didn't even have her book. She at least needed the book too tell her how to rebuild her materials. What did they want with her book of magic anyway. Of what possible use could it be to...
"FEAR NOT!! WE ARE HER..."
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" The girl tumbled back into the wreckage of the cart.
"Ah ha! I knew you were in some dire danger, just point..."
"Don't DO that!" the dark haired girl popped up and smacked Amethyst, then clutched her hand. "Ow, ow ow ow...your skin is hard."
"Umm...why did you hit me, I'm here to save you."
"Amethyst," Xalan said gesturing around. "There's no one else here." Behind him Xina and Val were rushing to catch up.
"Umm, did you know that you have a tail?" the girl asked Xalan cautiously. "And that you're made of rock?"
"Actually, I think they missed that," Xina sniped as she arrived. "So what's all the whining about?"
"Xina-san, please be more polite."
"Polite! You just scarred nine years of life out of me!"
"I did? Ummm sorry."
"Okay...apologies all around...now what is the big deal?"
"A bunch of orcs just stole my book of magic and all my tools," the girl whined, pointing to the cart. On the side of the overturned vehicle was the ornate wording, "The Beautiful Chindra, travelling magician."
"Magic?" Xina asked stars appearing in her eyes.
"Yes, and how can I earn a living without my tools and book?"
"Don't worry! We shall recover your possessions from these foul fiends! Right Val?" Xina looked up at the still moderately irate dragon. She started sniffing around the attack site. Xalan shook his head in embarrassment before joining her.
"Hey..." Amethyst said. "You're stealing my line." Chindra leaned in towards the chimera.
"Is he always so weird?"
"Who?"
"The short boy with the fox...."
"I am not a BOY!" Xina shouted suddenly standing up straight and glaring at the dark-haired girl. Chindra turned beet-red.
"So then you and her are..." she pointed from Xina to Val, embarrassment highly visible on her face.
"I'm not a woman," Val grumbled, annoyed. Chindra invented a new shade of red.
"But that out..."
"Not my choice."
"Oh..." confusion cleared up the girl seemed to calm down. "But you two ARE..."
"They went this way," Xalan interrupted. The prospect of learning magic instantly distracted Xina.
"Well what are we waiting around here for!" Xina started to run, when someone grabbed her by the shoulder.
"We have to wait for Jolrael-san and Tinuviel-san." Amethyst reminded her.
"Huh, why?"
"We're already here." Everybody turned to face the elf and the swordsman. Tinu was looking suspiciously from Val to Xina. "So what are we waitng for anyway?" Xalan glanced at Tinuviel.
"Perhaps you should stay here with Chindra," he suggested. Tinuviel looked about to argue some point about how much she would miss then. "She's a travelling magician, maybe you can ask her about her trade." Stars appeared in Tinu's eyes as she turned about to look at the suddenly nervous Chindra.
"Okay then! Let's go!" Xina shouted rushing in the direction Xalan had earlier indicated.
"No wait, wait! We have to do this the right way!" Xalan called after her.
"Come on, we're going to go smite the unjust," Amethyst said smiling to Jol and Val who followed behind the other three ready for battle, but not nearly so hyper.
"So what form of sorcery do you practice."
"Oh...my magic isn't any kind of sorcery."
"Really then what is it?"
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