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Chrysalism
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She waited until the sun was fully out before she started setting up the rides and whatnot. She used her bare foot to make a pattern in a patch of soft dirt. Her white nightdress billowed around her as she drew, and she didn't even pause to think about it when she dropped on the dirt and closed her eyes. She murmured a simple fixing spell that she had changed around a bit so it was more of a "setting up" spell. Gold filled the lines of the drawing in some substance that wasn't a solid, liquid or even a gas. The particles she had made and shot out in lines away from her and spread across the area. The giant trucks that carried ride parts and booth stands opened and the contents came out, hovering as they were wrapped in golden strands. Every part had a certain place that it drifted to and started attaching itself to its fellow parts. The process took a little over five minutes, and soon Faira was looking at the place she had called home for as long as she had known. She got up and brushed dirt off of her nightdress before gazing around and began putting the wards against bad intent. Only magical creatures would be able to see them. They hung around the carnival site like silvery webs. She weaved in yellow and green strands that gave off emotional auras, like happiness and excitement. She took care in everything she did, and it made her truly happy. It still wasn't enough to distract her from the growing worry she had on her consciousness. Evil was spreading, and she didn't know when it would strike or what exactly it was. She was stabbing in the dark these days. However, she needed her friends not worried, and she returned to the large bunkhouse with a cheerful smile. She flicked her hands and the curtains flew open and sun splayed on their faces.
"We have a busy day!" Faira said, nearly laughing at their grumpy faces that never failed to entertain her,
"We're taking Seattle by storm like we always do. Now, what do you guys want for breakfast?"
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The sky was dark and the air was cool. The group had arrived late last night, and Faira had sent them to bed in the large bunkroom she had set up with the help of magic. She had been too drained to set everything up past that, and she slept alongside everyone that night. Even though she had been tired, she awoke early as usual and was left sitting on a patch of green grass as she stared in the dark sky. Orange and pink started stretching from the horizon, and her eyes adjusted to the rays of gold now painted across the dark sky. It was the calmest time of the day and she enjoyed it immensely.
She waited until the sun was fully out before she started setting up the rides and whatnot. She used her bare foot to make a pattern in a patch of soft dirt. Her white nightdress billowed around her as she drew, and she didn't even pause to think about it when she dropped on the dirt and closed her eyes. She murmured a simple fixing spell that she had changed around a bit so it was more of a "setting up" spell. Gold filled the lines of the drawing in some substance that wasn't a solid, liquid or even a gas. The particles she had made and shot out in lines away from her and spread across the area. The giant trucks that carried ride parts and booth stands opened and the contents came out, hovering as they were wrapped in golden strands. Every part had a certain place that it drifted to and started attaching itself to its fellow parts. The process took a little over five minutes, and soon Faira was looking at the place she had called home for as long as she had known. She got up and brushed dirt off of her nightdress before gazing around and began putting the wards against bad intent. Only magical creatures would be able to see them. They hung around the carnival site like silvery webs. She weaved in yellow and green strands that gave off emotional auras, like happiness and excitement. She took care in everything she did, and it made her truly happy. It still wasn't enough to distract her from the growing worry she had on her consciousness. Evil was spreading, and she didn't know when it would strike or what exactly it was. She was stabbing in the dark these days. However, she needed her friends not worried, and she returned to the large bunkhouse with a cheerful smile. She flicked her hands and the curtains flew open and sun splayed on their faces.
"We have a busy day!" Faira said, nearly laughing at their grumpy faces that never failed to entertain her,
"We're taking Seattle by storm like we always do. Now, what do you guys want for breakfast?"
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