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WORDS: 394 | TAG: @Kenzo | OUTFIT
The grand doors of the Blue Pegasus guild hall swung wide open, and Ulyssia Hailstar entered carrying her 7-foot spear on her back, Jasper trailing just behind her. Her emerald eyes instinctively scanned the interior of the place, a thoroughly luxurious combination of taste and status: smooth floors, gold outlines, and overhanging, gaudy chandeliers that cast soft light across the room. The Werewolf paid little attention to the whispers and glances of lounging mages and adventurers, her sharp ears catching a few quiet scoffs from women huddled in the corner. Some of them were undoubtedly jealous; others were simply curious. Ulyssia was, after all, embarrassingly out of place amidst the polished, perfumed ideal Blue Pegasus held dear.
The Lady wolf briefly glanced down at her ensemble, almost ashamed that she'd been sporting a simple piece of cloth that barely covered her body in comparison to her peers choice of clothing. Her garments were of Encan origin, and although its threads were woven with care, it just didn't mesh well with her enviornment. "You okay?" she whispered low to her companion, nudging him lightly as his focus strayed toward a platter of pastries on a nearby table. Jasper chuffed but his eyes never wavered. Ulyssia couldn't remembered if he had eaten today, but he was clearly hungry.
The Hailstar's mission was quite simple: she was to locate Kenzo, an S-ranked mage whose reputation went far beyond the borders of Hargeon City. Admittedly, she knew very little beyond his name and that he wasn't hard to spot. Her guild master, Alisa, also extremely famous and extraordinarily beautiful according to the rumors, had put the two of them together, which meant that Kenzo was supposed to be her new Ilisaiji
"Blue hair... impossible to miss," the werewolf muttered to herself as she weaved through the guild hall's pub area. The murmurs of conversation and clinking glasses faded into the background as she focused.
It was her quiet confidence that caused Ulyssia to feel misplaced. Here, it seemed like everyone was screaming to be the center of attention. This was definitely not her world. She was birthed from tribal roots and a warrior's instincts, and the spirit of Blue Pegasus felt so foreign-- even for someone who was considered to be a noble herself. Yet, this was the path she had chosen, and she would make it work.
credit to nat of adoxography.
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