A Jolly Good Chase [Solo]
Nov 15, 2018 18:28:02 GMT -6
Post by Circe Alexandra on Nov 15, 2018 18:28:02 GMT -6
Flames danced elegantly on the tips of her fingers. Nothing major, nothing large, just sparks a bit larger than average. Her control was absolute when the amount was this small. The sparks weaved around her digits close enough to warm her hands yet never burned her. No need for words of power, no need to draw her magic across the air in circles of an ancient language she’d only just come to understand - circles that appeased the spirits and amplified her magic to greater heights.
“Circe! I’m going to need you to focus here, darling.”
With a nearly inaudible sigh the girl snapped her fingers, and the sparks were gone.
“Yes Father!” She called back as she turned her attention to the wooden albeit very well made cart at her side. It was pulled by two horses with well paid riders.
It was...not very often that either she or her father actually escorted any of their products to a buyer personally - their business was successful enough that good men and women could be hired for the task. However the client in question was apparently quite special. Some high end merchant with connections to a growing Bernese market and thus could lead the company to establishing a lucrative trade network across yadda yadda yadda…
Circe understood trade, economics, and basic business quite well. She was a genius after all, or er, she was pretty certain she qualified. Last she checked there wasn’t a test of any sorts so nobody could really challenge her on the label and it wasn’t like she really clung to it. Fact was fact and she wasrelatively certain her genius was fact.
She was brought out of her self-aggrandizing loop when one of the horse’s tails swatted the side of her face. Her father, distinguished businessman who worked with wealthy and outright noble customers on a regular basis, snickered at her bemused expression, while Circe bitterly blew a strand of horse hair off of her lips.
“I warned you to focus, dear.”
“Yes, yes. Thank you, Father…”
...Er, where had she been in her trail of thought again?
The point was that these things didn’t excite her. To simply inherit or improve the family business would be a fine future for Circe but where was the excitement? She’d engaged in actual physical experiences just months ago! Legitimate adventures into places most had never heard of or dared to tread! Battles against ruthless killers be they paid or bred! Circe had just about gotten a TASTE of true adventure, of actual action that pushed her body and mind to their utmost, let alone her magical ability…
She’d been called home. Her mother too ill to aid her father.
Circe’s dreams had effectively been put on hold to return to the life she had been dying to escape. She loved her parents, that was why she had returned after all, but she would be lying if she said part of her relief at her mother’s recovery was that it meant she could leave once more. Though, that said, she could always leave…
Just this meant it would be guilt free.
So Circe found herself on the last bit of work she was willing to undergo before she requested permission to leave once again. Her father no doubt sensed her eagerness to spread her wings once moreor overheard her myriad complaints under her breath and...well…”hired” her to escort himself and some priceless jewelry to their very important client…
...from their city to quite literally the city over. The trip would be no longer than a day, in roughly the safest land in all of Elibe. Not quite the adventure she was seeking but...A for effort, dad?
They’d already made camp the day before and, in fact, when Circe looked up from her shoes she could see the city before them. The trip was already over. Still, if nothing else, this meant she was that much closer to going out into the world once again. Maybe, if she was lucky, she would reunite with Althea? Or the quiet boy who helped her in the desert after the former had left.
As the cart pulled past the city gates it happened. From practically nowhere a blue of dark purple slammed Circe’s father into the side of the cart. The tall man grunted in surprise more than pain, while Circe gasped in shock. The purple-cloaked individual reached into the cart and nabbed a large sack of SOMETHING, even Circe wasn’t exactly certain what part of her inventory had just been stolen, before he kicked off the ground and sped into the crowd.
“Father! Are you alright?!” Circe ran around the back of the cart and extended a hand to help her father up. She was simply worried if he’d been stabbed by a concealed blade, but it seemed he’d truly only been tackled.
“Q-Quite so? And yo-”
“Ohh they’re going to PAY for that!” Circe didn’t even let her poor father finish before she tore off into the crowd after the cloaked individual. Maybe it was just her restlessness getting the better of her…
Actually, it definitely was.
Either way she could NOT let some goon get away with attacking her father or stealing the results of his hard work!
“Stop that man! In the purple!” Circe cried as she pushed her way into the crowd. The purple cloak was a decent distance ahead of her, but too many bodies were between the two of them. If only she had a clear shot...
“Circe! I’m going to need you to focus here, darling.”
With a nearly inaudible sigh the girl snapped her fingers, and the sparks were gone.
“Yes Father!” She called back as she turned her attention to the wooden albeit very well made cart at her side. It was pulled by two horses with well paid riders.
It was...not very often that either she or her father actually escorted any of their products to a buyer personally - their business was successful enough that good men and women could be hired for the task. However the client in question was apparently quite special. Some high end merchant with connections to a growing Bernese market and thus could lead the company to establishing a lucrative trade network across yadda yadda yadda…
Circe understood trade, economics, and basic business quite well. She was a genius after all, or er, she was pretty certain she qualified. Last she checked there wasn’t a test of any sorts so nobody could really challenge her on the label and it wasn’t like she really clung to it. Fact was fact and she was
She was brought out of her self-aggrandizing loop when one of the horse’s tails swatted the side of her face. Her father, distinguished businessman who worked with wealthy and outright noble customers on a regular basis, snickered at her bemused expression, while Circe bitterly blew a strand of horse hair off of her lips.
“I warned you to focus, dear.”
“Yes, yes. Thank you, Father…”
...Er, where had she been in her trail of thought again?
The point was that these things didn’t excite her. To simply inherit or improve the family business would be a fine future for Circe but where was the excitement? She’d engaged in actual physical experiences just months ago! Legitimate adventures into places most had never heard of or dared to tread! Battles against ruthless killers be they paid or bred! Circe had just about gotten a TASTE of true adventure, of actual action that pushed her body and mind to their utmost, let alone her magical ability…
She’d been called home. Her mother too ill to aid her father.
Circe’s dreams had effectively been put on hold to return to the life she had been dying to escape. She loved her parents, that was why she had returned after all, but she would be lying if she said part of her relief at her mother’s recovery was that it meant she could leave once more. Though, that said, she could always leave…
Just this meant it would be guilt free.
So Circe found herself on the last bit of work she was willing to undergo before she requested permission to leave once again. Her father no doubt sensed her eagerness to spread her wings once more
...from their city to quite literally the city over. The trip would be no longer than a day, in roughly the safest land in all of Elibe. Not quite the adventure she was seeking but...A for effort, dad?
They’d already made camp the day before and, in fact, when Circe looked up from her shoes she could see the city before them. The trip was already over. Still, if nothing else, this meant she was that much closer to going out into the world once again. Maybe, if she was lucky, she would reunite with Althea? Or the quiet boy who helped her in the desert after the former had left.
As the cart pulled past the city gates it happened. From practically nowhere a blue of dark purple slammed Circe’s father into the side of the cart. The tall man grunted in surprise more than pain, while Circe gasped in shock. The purple-cloaked individual reached into the cart and nabbed a large sack of SOMETHING, even Circe wasn’t exactly certain what part of her inventory had just been stolen, before he kicked off the ground and sped into the crowd.
“Father! Are you alright?!” Circe ran around the back of the cart and extended a hand to help her father up. She was simply worried if he’d been stabbed by a concealed blade, but it seemed he’d truly only been tackled.
“Q-Quite so? And yo-”
“Ohh they’re going to PAY for that!” Circe didn’t even let her poor father finish before she tore off into the crowd after the cloaked individual. Maybe it was just her restlessness getting the better of her…
Actually, it definitely was.
Either way she could NOT let some goon get away with attacking her father or stealing the results of his hard work!
“Stop that man! In the purple!” Circe cried as she pushed her way into the crowd. The purple cloak was a decent distance ahead of her, but too many bodies were between the two of them. If only she had a clear shot...