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Gael waking up literally 4 years later disoriented and alone and missing his cute lil pom-pom grass
Back with some doodles...
Everything is fine in the mahou world
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Bring the Festival to Him!
((Continued from here~))
âOh? I always had the impression that hot chocolate was more of a winter drink than a summer one. But I suppose it is delicious no matter what time of year~â Even if it is a little hot for the season. But delicious is delicious, nonetheless!
âHeheh, certainly everyoneâs a lot more complicated than they seem on the surface. Like Iâm sure you are, yeah?â Considering his cursed status, after all. She really does wonder how that whole fiasco went down⌠Well, she wonders a lot of things regarding his past. But all good things in due time!
Ah, he managed to look her in the eyes again! An accomplishment! (She guesses? Seeing as heâs always focusing his gaze on the plants and all.) Though his comment gives her conflicted feelings⌠But the following praise flusters her, and she canât help but smile. Goddess of Good Fortune, he said!
âOh, no no, Iâm certainly not better than anyone, haha!â This comes out less stern than she had originally intended, but it must be said, one way or another. âI mean, it would be nice if the favor were returned, Iâll give ya that. But if youâre gonna go and do something kind out of the goodness of your heart, then it wouldnât be right to expect anything in return! âCause then it wouldnât be a gift! It would be a⌠A⌠An investment! A âyou owe meâ type of thing! And I donât want to put anyone under that kind of obligation if I only wanted to make them smile, you know?â She folds her arms with finality, regaining the sternness that she had lost before. âIf the lack of repayment was really too much of a burden, then I wouldnât go so out of my way to please them. Simple as that!â
At this point, she wonders if she was mostly talking to herself. She did digress a bit after heâd already redirected his attention to his plants again. Always gotta over-explain herselfâŚ
âAh! Thereâs a view upstairs? Iâd love to see it, yes!â She turns back to the counter to repack the contents. âLemme just grab these real quickâŚâ
âMaybe itâs not meant for summer, but it is delicious.â Gael quipped, moving to open the hatch above the counter. As he did, a ladder fell to the ground, and he grinned as he grabbed the picnic basket out from under her, deciding he ought to hold it if she did all the re-packing. âCan you call an explanation like that simple?â
âAlthough an investment makes it sound like that fellow with the blonde hair.â Gael paused, plucking one of the fire flowers and watching it with a ponderous gaze. He had thought the stranger might deserve a four-leaf clover, but after hearing him speak, âI ended up giving him a fire flower.â
âWho did I give your brother away to...â Gaelâs thoughts tapered off as he tucked the fire flower behind his ear and made his way up the ladder. It wasnât terribly important, though, and he lost interest after a short moment. He wasnât very good at names, so it was best not to think about it too hard. As he clambered up to the second floor, he took a moment to mentally thank Jordan for actually using the area and keeping it from simply collecting dust. He had to wonder if the fellow was cleaning it as well. No matter, his giant pile of pillows was still on the floor, and spreading out a blanket and opening a window was all that was left to make it feel like a real picnic. Before Gael could even invite Pokeri up-- or lend her a hand, for that matter-- his eyes were glued past the partition, which overlooked the gradient of flowers and the dancing fireflies. He looked like a child on Christmas.
Fish out of Water
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Iâm not your friend, pal. Artem enjoyed his own humor and responses he thought up, but they never reached past his lips. Besides, he didnât know this stranger. What if he became aggressive? But on a completely different note, he was strangely⌠dressed? Was that a fashion statement? No, wait, there were more problems past his attire. Although Artem didnât move past that thought until the fellow began speaking again.
âAgniâŚâ The name slipped his lips before he had even comprehended the second sentence. Wait, was he floating? He was too close. Was there a problem with his face? What if he thought his name didnât match? That would be quite a disappointment. Touching a finger to his cheek, he wondered if the face paint covered the slight red in his cheeks. He didnât appreciate compliments from strangers. They made him nervous. It was still a compliment, though. He should be polite.
Give him your name. The thought disappeared as Artem took a step back. His entire mind had shifted to the fact that he had finally moved. What if he tripped? What if he was in someoneâs way? This was a problem. A much bigger problem than the conversation. Derailed from the introduction entirely, he responded, âThat outfit doesnât match.â
Dear Ventuswill, swoop out of your castle and destroy all of Selphia before this conversation continues. Where was Sasha? Artem mentally cursed her at least twice for this outcome⌠and then quietly rescinded those curses.
Agni blinked, thrown for a loop for a moment, before looking down at his own clothing. âYou really think so? What do you think would look better then?â He had thought that the pattern suited him but surely this elegant stranger might have more of an eye for fashion than he did. He was a hairdresser not a fashion designer. Looking up at the man that had taken a step back, Agni tilted his head, concern for the other quieting any concern over his choice of fashion.
âHey, are you alright? You arenât looking so hot, thereâs a bench right over there if you need to sit down, and I could grab you something to drink if you need it.â It had been hot out lately and even though the day was overcast, it was still muggy to the point of being uncomfortable.
He was just trying to make conversation, wasnât he? Artem wondered how long it would be before the fellow gave up and walked away. He supposed he could walk away as well, but it would take time to decide on the safest direction and memorize the way back. And then it would take even more time to gather the courage to take action. It should have been raining already, but the humidity lingered instead. Artem thought himself quite good at water magic, but even he couldnât force a rainfall. Or, at least, he didnât think he could. Another step backwards. Another step without thinking it through.
âIâm fine.â His grip tightened over his parasol, uncertain of this fellows motives. He seemed nice enough. Possibly a bit overly concerned, though. The humans in Sharance were the same way, though. Then again, he didnât appear to be human. This was too much to digest. He was starting to get a headache. He should have never left home. Sharance was perfectly fine. Why did he agree with Sasha in the first place? Why wasnât it raining yet?
No, just focus on one thing. The conversation, for example. Give him your name and maybe he would go away. At any rate, if he waited long enough, it would begin to rain, and one of them would retreat. âArtem... is my name. You would look best in fine silks. Shades of scarlet and mulberry.â
Fish out of Water
reponse to this  âWhere did she goâŚâ Artem stared off into the distance, his gaze being one more often described as empty rather than longing. He had taken a total of five steps outside of the inn when his sister left, and⌠truth be told, he hadnât moved since. Well, what if something went horribly wrong? What if he knocked someone over? What if he damaged the door trying to open it? What if he interrupted the innkeeper trying to find his room again? He ought to just remain here until the crowd died down. For now, he would just avoid eye contact. He didnât want to make it look like he was lost. Well, it was impossible to be lost if you didnât have a destination. Really, he wanted to go back to Sharance, but Sasha had promised him inspiration, so he ought to at least see what she was plotting. Although⌠it had been over an hour since he began occupying his perch. At this rate, he wouldnât be surprised if someone thought he was a statue. Then again, statues werenât constantly fidgeting with their parasol.
Agni had noticed the man standing outside the inn towards the beginning of his errand, but upon his return, seeing that he was still standing there roughly an hour or more later, he was concerned something was amiss. Approaching the fidgety stranger, Agni offered a smile. âHello friend, are you lost? I havenât seen your face around here before.â Taking a moment to observe the other, he noted a more eastern influenced outfit, though of what region didnât quite come to mind. But altogether an elegant outfit it would seem. Fitting.
âMy name is Agni, but who might you be? Iâm sure such a pretty face has a name to match.â
Iâm not your friend, pal. Artem enjoyed his own humor and responses he thought up, but they never reached past his lips. Besides, he didnât know this stranger. What if he became aggressive? But on a completely different note, he was strangely... dressed? Was that a fashion statement? No, wait, there were more problems past his attire. Although Artem didnât move past that thought until the fellow began speaking again.
âAgni...â The name slipped his lips before he had even comprehended the second sentence. Wait, was he floating? He was too close. Was there a problem with his face? What if he thought his name didnât match? That would be quite a disappointment. Touching a finger to his cheek, he wondered if the face paint covered the slight red in his cheeks. He didnât appreciate compliments from strangers. They made him nervous. It was still a compliment, though. He should be polite.
Give him your name. The thought disappeared as Artem took a step back. His entire mind had shifted to the fact that he had finally moved. What if he tripped? What if he was in someoneâs way? This was a problem. A much bigger problem than the conversation. Derailed from the introduction entirely, he responded, âThat outfit doesnât match.â
Dear Ventuswill, swoop out of your castle and destroy all of Selphia before this conversation continues. Where was Sasha? Artem mentally cursed her at least twice for this outcome... and then quietly rescinded those curses.
fly away merboy @jordan-yirf
âThatâs why Iâm here, isnât it? Iâm just a replacement helper.â Artem commented, his gaze dull and uninterested despite the jabbing comment. âYou really ought to get a new apprentice. This place is exhausting.â
âI donât need one. Besides, I hate teaching.â Sasha muttered, her gaze following Artemâs tail. âAnyway! I donât care how good your poker face is! I saw you laughing from the window!â
âOh... Iâve been caught.â Artem couldnât help the small curve of his lip as he extended a hand. âCome on. The rain isnât going to stop anytime soon.â

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Tried drawing Moira in the rune factory style ;w;)b
C3 for Gael/Pokeri~? (´âďžď˝*)ă
My favES GOING STRONG but consider: Gael and Pokeri six months in to an unspoken thing in which Pokeri is still wondering who the kisses are directed toward. Every week, Gael replaces the toyherb in her hair. Who is he really dating??????????? probably the flower tbh.
Please do not leave tol merboy out in dangerous weather........ thank you.
Sasha is taller than Artem... and much more self-sufficient. Whoop.
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"Where did she go...â Artem stared off into the distance, his gaze being one more often described as empty rather than longing. He had taken a total of five steps outside of the inn when his sister left, and... truth be told, he hadnât moved since. Well, what if something went horribly wrong? What if he knocked someone over? What if he damaged the door trying to open it? What if he interrupted the innkeeper trying to find his room again? He ought to just remain here until the crowd died down. For now, he would just avoid eye contact. He didnât want to make it look like he was lost. Well, it was impossible to be lost if you didnât have a destination. Really, he wanted to go back to Sharance, but Sasha had promised him inspiration, so he ought to at least see what she was plotting. Although... it had been over an hour since he began occupying his perch. At this rate, he wouldnât be surprised if someone thought he was a statue. Then again, statues werenât constantly fidgeting with their parasol.
Sasha Visits
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âJordanââ Gael paused, the sudden motion of a certain mermaid friend (using the definition loosely at this point) pulling his attention away from the boy who had been cooking a meal just moments ago. In the lack of an appropriate weapon, she had picked up one of his pots. She already knew the object would just phase through Nasim, but that wasnât stopping her, apparently. ââ no, NO. Sasha!â
Between the barbarian trying to destroy his shop and Nasim unconsciously whipping up a storm, âthink fastâ was the first phrase that came to mind. Prying the pot from Sashaâs hand, he rose his voice, âYouâre making a bad first impression!â
The comment had actually been directed at Nasim. Sasha was making a very accurate impression. At the mention of a third party involved, the battle simmered into quieter (but still rather loud) bickering.
âIs that one of your friends?â Sasha spoke in a low, suspicious voice, eyeing Nasim for a short moment.
âI donât know him.â Nasim, who had never actually introduced himself to Jordan at any point (he pretty much went into hiding whenever the squirrel came over), wasnât very fond of having the half-monsterâs eyes on him. He didnât like being stared at. âWhat? Weâve got monster parts so we must know each other? How shallow can you possibly swim, you idiotic whale.â
Gael knew that phrase would probably end with something about suffocation, so he cut off the commentary, setting a weary hand on Jordanâs shoulder. âJordan. This is Sasha. I used to work for her in Sharance.â
â⌠And thatâs Nasim. Heâs been here the entire time.â Gael cleared his throat, a small flicker of a smile appearing on his face, âHeâs just shy.â
âIâm not shy.â Nasim growled, refusing to let that slide.
Jordan smiled at the bickering twosome. âIts nice to meet you Sasha! Oh, and itâs good to finally get a proper meeting Nasim. I noticed your presence for a while but i figure itâs better to leave well-enough alone. Iâm Jordan, and I used to travel a bit before settling down in Selphia!â He politely dipped his head, pretending to ignore the whispers that might as well be spoken right at him with how badly they were concealed.
Remembering the reason he came down here in the first place he noticed he was still holding a mixing spoon in one hand. âOh! I almost forgot to mention, I made lunch! Thereâs enough for everyone if you wanna postpone the fistfight for later on.â
âLikewise, little guy.â Sasha grinned, completely ignoring Nasim in order to meet the stranger in front of her. She really did enjoy meeting people. She enjoyed them more if she could benefit from them, but even a good conversation was benefit enough, in some cases. Or, in this case, a pat on the head to determine how soft his hair was seemed to be meaningful enough.
Nasim, on the other hand, didnât take the greeting so well. He knew? If he knew why didnât he say anything? Why didnât Gael say anything? Nasim didnât want to be a part of this stupid charade. A low, disapproving noise bubbled in the back of his throat as his face reacted to the emotion that was a mixture of anger and embarrassment. âIf you know, then say something!â
âNow, now,â Gaelâs wrist swung, as if to brush away the fellowâs emotions with a sweeping gesture, âAllâs well that ends well, right?â
The sylph muttered something under his breath as he gave up and retreated. Sasha, on the other hand, only liked Jordan more after that exchange. âIâm glad someoneâs finally using that kitchen that took us weeks to build!â
âUnfortunately, Iâll have to take a rain check on lunch! I ditched my brother back in town and I doubt heâll last much longer without me.â Sasha gave a hearty laugh as though this were incredibly hilarious.
âYouâre missing out,â as soon as the argument had died down, Gael had started placing small, barely blooming toy herbs in Jordanâs hair, although not entirely ignoring the conversation, âheâs quite the cook!â