✧ ASTRAL MAGE ✧
🦋descriptive
🦋story focus
🦋Serious/Crack
🦋shipping : only with mutual chemistry.
🦋nsfw - she's a minor ⚠️ Consensual hand holding with adults present is allowed until she's at 16 in the story.
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That... made the young mage chuckle a bit. Her earlier concerns of Hootle's whereabouts are now long forgotten.
"You know that he can't count, right? All he's saying is up~down. He thinks you're playing with him."
"Hootle? Oh, there you a....re..."
Finding more than just her feathery friend, Rinwell stopped before the two, her head adorably tilting to the side, just like the owl's.
"What are you two doing?"
Heh , I take it you’re spotting me , Hootle ?
[ The freedom fighter held the barbell in place outward when he began to hear the hoots of an owl , of course not just any ordinary owl . ]
"It's called thinking, you should do that sometimes."
Huffing, the girl's hands went to her sides, meaning that she wasn't done with her lecturing.
"What if I used an arte in self defense?! You should never approach an ally like that!"
The girl tensed up as if hit by a paralyzing spell, a quiet startled yelp on her lips.
"DOHALIM!!? DON'T CREEP ON ME LIKE THAT!!"
The small owl on her head hooted in agreement, returning from his puffed up, menacing look to the egg shape.
Challenging the born and raised Cyslodian into a snowball fight was his first mistake.
Not running away right after - second.
White-Blueish aura enveloped the mage while she murmured a spell. Dozen snowballs forming around her, only to shot straight at the boy the next second.
"Who needs friends when you have owls?"
Is sitting in a barely lit room with a dozen of owls surrounding her. Haven't seen daylight in weeks. Eats only snacks. Slept maybe three times.
Totally normal behavior.
Pours herself a full glass of apple juice (all alcoholic beverages were confiscated by Alphen and Kisara), sniffing and whining with a face pressed to the table.
"Theeeeeey alllll leeeeft meeeeeeee againnnn."