A Maid's Pleasure Finally. After doing all her duties that morning for Seto, Lumi finally found herself with some free time. Ever since her master had gotten a title and risen to something higher, things had gotten busier than they ever had before. She found herself more often than not exhausted while she ran around to do errands, clean up here and there, and... Dirty, errands, but every once in a while she found herself some time to take a breather, when she didn't have to worry about what Seto wanted. Yes, she enjoyed being his maid- Most of the time. She was a human too. So, after wandering away from Dormont maybe a little bit farther than the maid had meant to, she came across the river tucked in the middle of Astorea. Stopping carefully in front of the water, she knelt down carefully, hands still folded daintily over her waist as her skirt flounced out around her, almost perfectly falling into position as if she had practiced how to move a certain way. That was because she had, of course. Being a personal maid to someone higher up in TerraSphere was not game, it was something serious to her and every other player who found themselves in an important position, even if she wasn't up at the frontlines. However, she preferred that. Even if she wasn't being appreciated by the people, she was appreciated by herself, and that was all she needed. Moving one hand gracefully down to the water and touching a finger tip to it gently, she brought it back up to reveal a droplet floating over the tip of her finger. Very carefully she moved the droplet to hover over top of her now cupped hands, removing only one hand for a second to wave it over the top, the water droplet crystallizing under her touch. Then, very carefully, she tossed the droplet up into the air, raising one hand and curling it into a fist, then expanding her fingers in one quick graceful movement. As she did so, the droplet exploded not into ice shards, but into little snowflakes that danced through the air, making their way to the ground around her. She smiled to herself gently and turned her gaze back towards the water, before moving to carefully remove the shoes on her feet so she could step in. She wondered what else she could do if honed the water.... @Zelrius
Zelrius had spent the last few days in the Dormont region. It was a peculiar area; a land run by players, for Players, with NPC Subjects. It was a weird interaction for the NPCs, unable to consistently reach their lords at a moment's notice, not quite understanding why it is their local Marquii and Lords were unable to constantly be dealing with their struggles and plights. Of course, it was impossible for them to understand the simple fact that, people like Astor and Alonso had real lives outside of the game. Or, so Zelrius thought. Afterall, most people weren't weirdos or losers enough to not atleast have something going for them outside of the game. Especially men like that, Alonso was a well-mannered and intelligent man, and Astor was clearly one of high ambition. So, in those two examples the golden haired man had guessed that they probably had some cushy jobs, maybe girls on the outside, things they could do, using Terrasphere only as a hobby. So naturally, that meant they had to log out eventually, and that concept alone was impossible to make the NPCs understand. Even conversely, people like Zelrius, who had nothing at all - A deadend part-time job, Pressing parents, and no goals - still had to log out to tend to other things such as their food and water needs outside of the game. So it was an interesting interaction to watch, the constant frustration of the subjects of their lords. That, and he had met two people. Sylpha and Comet, though separately. The thought of the azure-headed Elf made him slightly cringe, embarrassed by the memory of how he had treated her purely because of the race of a character she played. But this was separate from that, the man was trying to gain ground today in this land. He called back to the thoughts he had sitting on the hill enjoying a meal the other day. As he watched a golden sun slowly dip behind the trees of the forest, the man had wondered what was in and around Astorea. He didn't know how long it extended, or if there was even enough land to equally pass around from the Kingdom without encroaching on Falderen borders. Well, as of late, he had been running around exploring the whole area just to answer that question. The answer he gathered so far; There was plenty, but the land itself wasn't the problem. No, the problem was development. Places like Dormont were in shambles, and the rest of the Kingdom, though larger than the reigning province of Brisshal of Falderen, was little more than grass and trees. Sadly, that was useless to anyone who wasn't a Bob Ross type. Though that wasn't entirely true. There was plenty of use to be had, you just had to be a bit intuitive, and so far, this place had been nothing but good for Zelrius in particular. He had ran in D'Vangelline de Falder upon arriving at Dormont, and after a brief exchanged she had, with her words alone, ignited a flame of wicked ambition in the man. Her only physical gift; a small handkerchief which Zelrius now wore folded in his collar as a neck-piece. A reminder of his goals, the ones she laid out for him. So that was his use out of the woodlands and wilds of Astorea, Abundant monsters and land, an MP farm larger than Zelrius could have ever dreamed were in the game. So he hunted, at this specific time, a giant Lizard. Its webbed feet scurried quickly away from the man, leaving a small trail of blood from two sword wounds on either side, a clear attempt by the man to kill it with one blow, and an equally clear failure. As it all but flew along the ground, Zelrius was hot on its track, both making terrible splashes in the water as they began to ford the river at a small inlet of land. What seemed unusually lucky in the man's favor was that the Lizard's foot must've wrapped around a rock or of the like, as it stumbled and fell, giving the two-sabre'd lizard murder just enough time to catch up to it and rend it through with a flurry of swipes and slashes. "Feisty lil Fucker," Was Zelrius' comment as he sheathed his weapons and glanced around, immediately noticing the bare-foot woman in rather formal wear, playing with, which what the golden haired man could only recognize, as Hydromancy, remembering the time he had spent with Claire and her own ability in that magic. He waved a gloved hand in greeting, calling to her "I apologize if I bothered you. Though I don't suppose Lizard stabbing much stops you from playing Water-bender over there, now does it?"
