“Perfect,” She muttered to the reflection. Faye was currently in a room of some mansion in Era. A day or two ago Faye had gotten some official instruction from her guild to go help citizens out anywhere they can in order to contribute positively to the ongoing war with demons. Rifts have been opening up more frequently all across Fiore and Faye, with some first hand experience on how these demons tended to be, was not surprised when most legal guilds started blowing their tops over how to better safeguard their city and Fiore in general. The Council along with the Rune Knights had been going crazy. Faye was one of the few that felt indifferent to it. Other than the fact that she initially came into contact with Leviathan during the fight with some of these demons and that she is now missing with her puppet, Hana, Faye had no thoughts or emotions towards it. The only motivation she had for helping out was the fact that a world taken over by demons would be pretty boring and predictable. Faye wanted to keep experiencing the thrill of encountering new people.
Thus, here she was, getting into some “presentable” clothes that would satisfy her client, a noble lady who needed herself and her son escorted to some high profile upper class party. Faye had originally shown up with just a knitted top and plain trousers but was, with just one displeased look of the lady, quickly pushed into one of the rooms and given some expensive clothes to wear. The idea was to look “classy” and “dignified” as the butler had said over her shoulders but Faye with her naturally cool aura and posture was able to make it look much more.
She was told there would be someone else doing this with her. Another female mage that did not seem to belong to any particular guild. Now she was excited to meet someone like that as opposed to the noble lady and his son that were already judging Faye the moment she stepped out of the room after changing. She had put on some light makeup and her messy hair was forced –after around thirty minutes- into a straight veil over her back by one of the maids.
The lady gave a quick nod. As opposed to Faye who was looking rich but extremely simple, the silver haired woman she would be escorting looked like a decorated peacock. Only, she managed to make it look good. She was tall, middle-aged but looked young, wore a very dazzling white gown that smoothed out into a pale lilac color at the end. There were tiny crystals twinkling all over the expensive fabric and she wore heavy jewelry. Her son matched his mother but in a suit.
Faye quietly resisted the urge to raise her eyebrow at the pair knowing full well she was going to see more of these luxurious pieces once they made it to the party. Now they just had to wait for the other mage whom Faye did not even know if they were shoved into some other changing room just like her. Faye hoped that wasn’t the case so that they did not have to wait and get this over with.
She silently took up a place in one of the less noticeable corners and just observed the two whose safety she would be in charge of. They looked like the typical nobles but the lady looked wise and calm. She did not seem to be freaking out over the rifts like some of the others Faye had seen. In fact, she looked like she was getting this whole escort service just to put up a show and keep up with the trends amongst her upper class friends. Some kind of pride or prestige thing Faye did not care for.
She was more concerned with quite a bit of what ifs running in her head. What if demons attacked them? What if they encountered some other problem during the job? What if she did not get any good rewards even after the trouble she would be put through? Just like that, she slipped off into her own less than positive thoughts. She did vaguely notice the busy click of heels against marble floors and the clinking and clanking of silver utensils. The maids and butlers were going in and out of the room in accordance with their lady’s whims. Faye seemed to be the only one she was not yet paying attention to.
“Where is the other mage?” is the question that brought Faye back and only because she felt someone’s breath on her face. The little boy was gazing curiously at Faye. “Hey, do you know any cool magic tricks?” He asked, rudely poking one of her cheeks. Did this little brat take her as some kind of pet or toy?
She eyed his mother across the room who seemed to have noticed Faye but did not bother to discipline her son. Faye sighed. She gently pushed the kid away and stood up. “I don’t know where the other mage is but she will be here soon.” She wanted to tell him that he could just go over and bother them when they get here but Faye did not believe that someone else stuck doing the same job as her would actually want to entertain the son of some rich woman. Mages, the best of them, hated it when they were regarded as some sort of tricksters that pulled a rabbit out of a hat or guessed the right kind of card in one’s hand. They dealt with things no normal human could dream of and wanted to be acknowledged for it. The kid would have turned to ashes already in the hands of some proud mage.
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