Fairy Tail owned by Hiro Mashima
Fanfiction and Characters with * by: Emerald Sonata
FAIRY TAIL:
The Small Adventures of Wendy Marvell
~36~
'Perception Natural 20'
"I'm worried for your friend."
"Sh-shouldn't I be the one to say those words, little girl?"
Carla and Mint Bell were in the cafeteria of the hospital church that Avalon had been registered into. For the note, it was under the pretense – he fell down the stairs (not being slashed up by a talking cat.)
The small girl with the puffy vest and copper head phones had to jump on her tip toes to insert her coins into a machine that magically summoned a desired drink from its internal pocket space. She got herself an Orange Soda and one Peach Soda.
"Here you go, little kitty."
"It's not diet!"
The cat from Fairy Tail and the girl from Moonbay ended up sitting at a table in the open-yard cafeteria, drinking their beverages in silence.
"*Buuuuurp*"
"Th-that is completely unlady like."
"Sorry. But it's really fun once you chug down a good portion of cold soda down your warm throat and let it out big roar. It makes me feel like a lion sometimes."
"It's what a sloth would make if it's too lazy to sing properly!"
"You should try it."
"No."
Carla pushed her soda can aside, staring at the courtyard. Her eyes were on Wendy in the distance, trying to hoist a statue back to its original sitting position. Yeah, that statue was Avalon in the full body cast.
"This is going nowhere. We're only wasting time. Running around picking up random jobs will get us no closer to finding the solution. In the end, we barely have enough money to even buy a ticket ride back to Magnolia if we wanted."
Mint Bell tilted her head with a lovely smile, before ruining the atmosphere with another cute burp.
"Ahem. Excuse me. Well, Pyramids and Pagodas weren't ever built in a day. Things like this takes time. Thing about the Alchemists in the old days, the process in turning lead to gold was not a simple road to walk through. It is always convoluted with uneven pavements, obstacles, and rough crosswords. There is no one way to find a single solution to a cure. This is even more difficult if the curse your friend carries in her small body is completely unidentified."
"….."
"… What's wrong Darjeeling?"
"Don't call me that…. Why do you suddenly sound so smart?"
"Please don't insult me. I may look small in your eyes, I have a PhD in Magical Music Theory and published a Thesis of conducting Purification Rituals with Bell Formations and Music-based Magic."
"…. Good heavens, you're a monster like the rest."
"G-guh! D-don't hurt my feelings so bluntly!"
