#dcpraved

Oh dear.....why her? Why? Couldn’t she just stay in the library where she didn’t have to talk to people she didn’t know? 

Internally screaming, the young slave made her way across the courtyard. Scroll in hand. Toward the teenage magi that was currently in one of the numerous peach trees that were scattered around the grounds. 

“U-um, sir magi, please, master Kouen is requesting you take meeting documents to read---please” She called meekly, unsure what she was supposed to do if he just...refused to take them as he was supposedly prone to doing. 

The serpent-like woman had been avoiding practically everyone as much as humanly possible for the last 2 months since she became Kouen’s personal slave, so this was the first time she actually had to be in the same vicinity as Judal, let alone having to directly speak to him. 

"If you have to pick a magi it has to be me. I'm the best magi."

“Are you trying to pick a fight, stupid?!”

It’s after an arduous battle; tensions are still high, and she’s felling it. A huff leaves her lips as Judar approaches and speaks. “If I didn’t, you would of killed those enemies. We needed to keep them alive. That was the mission.” Astral or not, anyone under her leadership had to apply themselves to her commands. One hand raises, rubbing the back of her head. Short blond locks of hair become more tussled as she does. Not a moment later, she lets that hand rest on the back of her neck.

Shoma had arrived in Sindria and it was right on the day of the Mahrajan festival. The citizens talked him into wearing dancing clothes and to participate with the other “pretty boys” in the Mahrajan dance. He thought why not. It would surely be fun.

“Your status and power as Magi are the only things keeping me from tearing you limb from limb for what you’ve done to my brother.”

Go to War by Nothing More

Ja’far looks upon Judar coldly. And while his hands might seem placid, folded in his sleeves, he’s feeling the edges of his knives. Just in case he might need them.