Turns out doing missions by yourself isn't nearly that interesting... of course, Alisa already knew this, as it explained why she so many lazy periods where she pretty much did nothing but laze about. Yet the attack on Blue Pegasus had changed all of that, reminded the artist of the dangers of her complacency. In this world, there were enemies strong enough to claim the life of even Master Lance... In the face of such menacing foes, her current strength about as irrelevant as the life of a single ant.
Thus she embarked on this quest, not to simply train (as she'd always done, even now), but grow in experience, in maturity... As a person. Somewhere along the line, she went from a woman who simply had people to kill to someone who had more people to protect than targets to cut down.
People like Liana, one of the new recruits of Blue Pegasus. This being a girl to whom she had offered her assistance in learning magic, something she'd never done for anyone else, not to mention how little she knew of the girl's ideal choice of magic... Nature magic. That said, Alisa did learn her own magic with nothing but a single book to help her through it, so if she did the same for her, then she'd defenitely learn faster than she would on her own, right?
"Now, where could she be...?", wondered the sculptress, venturing through the wilderness they'd chosen as a meeting place. Strapped to her right hip laid a katana, while across her shoulder rested a single cloth bag, carrying not one but two books she'd requested from the nearby library. More than she herself had to get started...
Not that the weight bothered her, and they did weight a fair bit, judging from how the thick straps dug into the woman's voluptuous bust, bound under the tight confines of her almost regal, stern work attire. As a gust of wind sent her skirt and ponytail fluttering about, Alisa stood her ground for a moment, resting her weight on one hip, wine red orbits scanning her surroundings attentively. Nothing to see here but the falling, pleasant smelling autumn leaves...
Where could that girl be? She didn't look the type to simply forget... Frowning, the woman brought one hand to that hip, standing idly close to the sword for no real reason, for she didn't really feel threatened, mostly as a display of wariness...