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BodyBeauty is power; a smile is its sword.
Eden stretched lightly and gazed up at the sun, squinting into the rays. Aside from her scrunched up eyes, there was nothing amiss about the girl's expression; her lips were relaxed but still, and there was a way about her that seemed completely at peace.
That illusion of inner serenity was utterly shattered when the adventurous mage opened her mouth and near about bawled, "Where is he ?!? Why is he taking so long ?" Although her complaints were seemingly directed at no person in particular, the man in discussion appeared as though called with a whistle.
Still, just like a disobedient mongrel (at least in Eden's point of view) he was still at least half a mile away, even if his figure was within spotting distance.
Not bothering to withhold a sigh, the silver headed girl trotted closer to the edge of the sidewalk until one more step would bring her directly into the street. "Hey! Hey! Yeah, you!" echoed through the street, and anyone who turned in the direction of the sound would be able to regard with distaste the touristy looking figure with a maniacal wave. She grinned cheerfully; the beatific smile had a rapturous quality such that the taxi driver whom Eden had hailed ended up staring for a moment too long. "I'm Eden ! Yeah, just Eden ! Can you take me to that place up there ?" she questioned politely, although with enough uncontained enthusiasm that the chauffeur was near about smiling himself as she spoke.
It was probably- no, scratch that, it was most certainly both a luxury and a waste of jewel to hire a taxi car just for a few blocks in one of the safest, most amicable neighborhoods of Fiore.
. . . and this attitude of hers was certainly a major reason why the female tended to be so broke and occasionally surprisingly wealthy. Sometimes, she felt like hailing a cab so she did so. Then, in other situations she might insist on attempting to run up sixteen flights of stairs rather than take the elevator. Unpredictability at least kept her on shape and on her toes without the assistance of ballet.
Such mental jokes did make it into the reality of words every so often, and today seemed to be a fabulous day for humor. Eden regaled the man she had just hired with a few tellings of her past capricious behaviour, accompanied by the ballet joke that definitely should have remained inside her head. And then far too soon, she was stepping out of the vehicle and waving good bye to a friend that would never be and some savings that were never meant to be. (At least, that's what Eden told herself.)
"Hello ! Father Jerad ?" The pale eyed girl approached the robed man she had noted from afar earlier. As he turned around, hopefully in reaction to his name, Eden blinked at his slight frame and young, rough edged face. Doubtlessly this priest was less than ten years her senior, a non-heavenly miracle (or maybe a heavenly one, who knows) in comparison to all the holy men the female had encountered so far. Perhaps this part of Earthland and Fiore had better than her homeland in the attractive prospective partner department.
Although, considering he was a celibate priest, that seemed unlikely. Oh well, she still had the Rune Knights' own company to hope for.
"My name is Eden," she introduced in response to his inquisitive look at what he had obviously interpreted as someone (who actually knew his name) calling him. The man barely spoke a greeting in response before the silverette caught sight of a coughing youth just a few yards away. He seemed to understand the edge in her eyes and tossed her a bottle of medicine, which the girl caught with a mental thanks to her reflexes and a restrained shout of gratitude to the priest. Although that was actually incredibly risky of him . . .
Either way, she knelt on the ground in front of the boy so that he could see her; after not responding to her gentle calls, she needed to talk to him to ask him to take the medicine. It was a brief, uninteresting, and highly satisfying (if a bit worrying) conversation, during which Eden had already become attached to the boy and concerned for his well being. However, there were plenty other people to be treated, so she set off immediately, walking around the little square of the cathedral with the medicine.
It couldn't have been over three and a half hours later when Father Jerad tapped her on the shoulder, a seriously expression on his face. Wordlessly, he pointed toward the exit. Although Eden was hesitant to leave-- she could still see the sick wandering in, weary on their feet, she could help them sit down and rest and drink the medicine-- the girl knew it was required of her to leave as soon as possible.
So depart she did, letting the wrought iron gate swing clanging behind her.
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