Chapter 1: Just a taste
It was a cold day in Airyglyph. Of course, it was winter it was cold just about everywhere on Gaitt. The furnace inside the Airyglyph workshop was blazing, keeping the group warm.
Lias slipped a pair of thick gloves on and reached into the hearth and pulled out a long cast or mold, dropped it onto the ground and opened it up. Inside was a glowing mass, or a sword-to-be. He placed the glowing iron onto an anvil and began forging it with his hammer.
Eliza, the wannabe alchemist and Vanilla the engineer rabbit stood in the back, observing the people around them and discussing the similarities between alchemy and engineering.
Misty and Mackwell sat on opposite sides of a desk, both studying books on higher forms of alchemy. Occasionally taking and exchanging notes, the two seemed like "study-buddies".
Mayu was standing over the stove as usual, cooking... as usual. It was a quiet a day, nothing spectacular was happening, or going to happen. ... unless you count our commissioner and my greatest rival arriving tomorrow... Mayu let out a heavy sigh. Every time they came into Airyglyph, it was either to bring a new member or to have the annual cook off. Not that it matters, I mean, haha.. it's not like... I'LL NEVER BEAT NEL! She gripped her ladle until she could barely feel her hand. She slammed the ladle into the pot of mystery stew and began stirring angrily until began spilling out of the pot.
Misty watched her curiously with an amused look on her face, "She seems excited doesn't she?" she asked, Mackwell peered over his book for a moment and let out a silent sigh. Misty raised her eyebrow at him, "Why don't you get that... passionate about your work?" Mackwell put the book down and set his glasses on top, "Because, Lear, it is just that. Work. There's nothing worth getting passionate about in the process of getting things done." Misty gave him a hurt look, "You mean, I've been wrong this whole time!" Mackwell let out another sigh, Misty chortled Someone needs to teach him a lesson...
The night had taken over, and the majority of the troupe had retired to the living quarters; all but Lias. He remained near the furnace, hoping to get his iron ready before their commissioner arrived.
All was at ease in the living quarter.. well, minus Mayu's thoughts. A small lantern was on in one corner of the room as Misty read a romance novel to a snoring Mackwell. Mayu's face changed every two minutes from angry, to sad, to peaceful, Misty found that watching this was quite amusing as she read. Suddenly, Mayu sat up, "I WON'T LOSE TO HER!" Vanilla who was in the bed above her's opened his eyes and calmly said, "Next time you do that Mayu, you're sleeping in the shop, 'kay?" Mayu pursed her lips after letting out a quick "..'kay."
"Maybe if you try something like... reading, you'll fall asleep faster." Misty suggested, Mayu smiled, "Thanks but... I think I'm gonna go try and cook something up again." Misty smiled, "Save some for me."
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Well, that's chapter 1. I know it's kinda short, but this story isn't very long anyway