Leyaria was tired. The days of being in Magnolia were beginning to take their toll upon her, wondering if it was worth it. The money was always good, there was no denying that. She had made quite a bit already from some of the efforts and work that she had done, albeit them being a bit out there as far as she was concerned. They were matters that often she felt that she had no business being involved with or even those that she felt as though she had a choice towards. Things were shaky right now, and admittedly a lot of that was attributed to her being a demon, with some more estute being able to tell that she was no longer a human. The number was small fortunately, but it nevertheless caused her to worry, worry especially if one of the parties who either knew or someone who might have uncovered who she really was would end up revealing to others. Demons were not looked kindly upon, regardless of the venue or region that they may have been in. Rather, they were considered to be the greatest threats, or at the very least, one of them, or so they did. It had been so long since Leyaria felt like she was in the world that so many things were still foreign, still confusing her. It felt odd though, that sensation, that things were different. It didn’t feel like it, but they were nonetheless. People, their motivations, they were largely things in which she didn’t care much for, nor did she really concern herself with, though there was no denying now that even her outlook on them, at least to some extent was different. Perhaps, more envious than anything else, envious of the fact that they had what she no longer did. Humanity.
It was depressing, to say the least. Though, something that she just had to endure at this point, at least until whatever was affecting her would end up taking her life. It was inevitable, just a matter of when, and ideally after she had arrived in Oak Town. After she had seen Bianca one last time. But that was something that while present in her mind, would have to wait. She had another job, one that she was more forced into than anything else. Guard Captain Devon, the man who had first identified her as a demon but remained quiet, had come to now expect of her that she would be willing to assist in matters. First it was the cult, and while that did go about as well as could have been expected, there was an uneasy feeling about working for him again, knowing that the motivations for her being there and helping where not so much out of thinking that she could help, but rather that she was an expendable pawn that could be used in place of what he regarded as being more valuable and therefore harder to replace, actual living Magnolia guards.
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