Only after going through all the ordeal a few hours ago did Indra fee the weight of heavy shoulders and the pain from tense muscles. She felt bad for that, however. If anything, she was one of the people responsible for the what the flying gator dragon-thing that appeared out of nowhere. In resentment, monotone words rolled off her tongue
“Melancholic. I wonder just when I am gonna find a suitable set of skills…” She threw her body on the bed and laid on her back.
Something wasn’t quite right. Perhaps, the tent was too quiet? Indra quickly sat up, flustered at the thoughts going on about on her mind.
“Unbelievable. Am I actually missing the annoying snore that greeninja does?” Truth be told, it was getting a bit late already and there was no signs from
@Quinn yet. The blonde shrugged and got some of her items from a backpack. Quill and ink ready, she started writing her own content in her diary.
Today was another adrenaline-filled day! She could have used system tools to make notes, but nostalgia about writing diaries was just so good,
I somehow managed to bump into Mr.Grassman again, but he put me into trouble at some point on the bumpy ride. I’ll make sure to research on flying hedgehogs. Then, there was that enormous dragon thing! Out of the people I met, there was that one colorful person doing some lovely music magic! She grooved as the memories of the song magic returned to her mind.
I wonder if it’s practical in battle… But it was such a catchy song!
There was also a person that was really confident of herself, so many bold approaches. Last one was a fellow magician with a really large hat, but it looked like she wasn’t very confident on her spells. It’s a shame I didn’t get to talk with them that much! At least everything’s alright for now! Little did the blonde notice that her ever-cold expressionless features were bright as the stars in the night, lips curled up and eyes brimming with life.
Out of nowhere, the horn pierced the early morning and forcefully woke up the blonde. Only a few seconds later did the magecrafter notice how she slept while writing.
“Waaagh. Woebegone, I slept like stone. I need to get ready.” Indra sat on her bed and undid her braid in order to fix it up. At that moment, however, Quinn barged in her tent. Light peered inside, revealing a blonde covered only by bed sheets. Her face reddened up as she disregarded anything he said.
“Leave.” Arcane magic sparkled on her right hand. He either left the tent by his own volition or blasted by arcanamancy. Less than thirty minutes later, Indra left the tent ready to tag along the entourage. As they made their way towards the rendezvous point for green team, she commented.
“Disappointed. Of all things I have called you by, I never thought I’d call you…”
“Pervert.”