#andyia

Nevaeh arrived at the said meeting place near the portal with a backpack hanging loosely on her back and her wings folded underneath a bulletproof vest. She came prepared, though carrying only the necessary equipment she and her partner might need during the mission, thinking the lighter the baggage, the better agility she would have especially when they couldn’t spare some time to fight against the creatures along the way. Provided with weapons such as a small dagger, a handgun, and a shield, the pixie only brought an enchanted dagger and two water flasks in case of emergency. They weren’t going on a battle so the pixie thought bringing extra weaponries such as a long sword or bow wasn’t needed. Though if she really didn’t have a choice then she’d create them using the specialized water from the flask.

Nevaeh was paired up with a creature named Andy whom she briefly met after receiving the mission message. However, they only exchanged names and planned when and where to meet up for the mission and left on different paths right away. He didn’t seem to be fond of conversations and Nevaeh wasn’t skilled enough to create interesting dialogues. And in all honestly, the male seemed to have built walls around his personal space and the pixie didn’t have enough courage to break them. Perhaps later if she could find hints of his real personality during the mission, then she’ll try become friendlier towards him.  But for now, she’d stay focus on the given assignment.

“Oh, there you are!” The pixie smiled cheerfully and at the same time relieved that the male arrived on time; she wasn’t fond of tardiness. “Are you set and ready to leave?” she asked, hands holding both straps of her backpack while her crystal blue eyes remained staring back at him.

       A notebook. Check ✔. Five pencils. Check ✔. The big bag that can hold all his stuff and food. Check ✔. A bottle of purified water. Check ✔. Ancient Runes and how to read them Volume 1. Fifth print. Check ✔. 

Thomas went over the contents of his big bag that can hold all his stuff and food and was finally sure he got everything (he hoped). Being a bit forgetful, clumsy and messy (he looks at his room which he was able to transform from clean at day one and a big mess of books, papers and clothing at the end of the week) he always was afraid that he was forgetting something. But there was no more time to waste, he had his first ancient runes class and he was running late. Fuck. 

Running as fast as he could he made his way to the academy, going right, then left and then up the stairs. The door had just opened by the time he went in and out of breathe he plopped down next to a - somewhat - familiar face. “Hey Andy,” he managed to get out, leaning back as he cursed his inability to run very fast without feeling like he would die. “You also taking ancient runes? I would have taken you more as someone that studies the death of animals or something.” He joked, sort of.