#pi:wizard

@crystalball-divinations;

[🐎] — After the recent chaotic fires, and having the topic of her magic brought up in conversations with Laney and Doctor Trent, Georgia had been thinking more about her fire magic... or more specifically, the book that she’d found with Neil on that volcanic island, the one she was sure could help her learn to better control her powers.

If only she understood what in Goddess’ name it was saying.

Using the pictures as a guide was helping her to make a little progress, but not the kind she wanted... no, needed. She wasn’t planning on using her magic regularly, but she wanted to know that when she did, the people and animals around her wouldn’t be at risk. 

And so, after a little snooping and research, Georgia stumbles across a person she thinks might be able to help her. A reclusive fortuneteller, who was fabled to possess untold knowledge, and was apparently an expert in all things magical. She wasn’t sure how true any of that was, but it certainly wouldn’t hurt to check out. Especially when she had nothing else going for her.

So after learning that this ‘fortuneteller’ spent a good bit of time at the library, Georgia heads there. It doesn’t take her very long to find him at all, either--- all she needed to do was scope out the weird looking guy with his nose buried in a book.

@constellux

[★] — And who said you couldn’t do awesome things without magic?

Certainly not Melody, as she grins to herself and floats around in the skies over Arcadia. A flying spell? Nope. Floating enchantment? Not really. This sheer awesomeness was a result of nothing but pure alchemy! Namely, a concoction that went by the loooovely name of Float Potion. 

After successfully brewing a few, Melody had decided to go and test them out. She may not have known any magical spells (though of course she planned for that to change one day), but she could definitely make up for it with her skills in alchemy! Flight potions, medicines, elemental bombs... the possibilities were endless, really, and she was sure her creations could come in handy!

The thought makes her incredibly happy, and with both her body and spirits lifted, she hums to herself as she flies through the sky, no doubt looking incredibly strange to anyone who had been out walking. And why wouldn’t it? A flying girl decked out in fully witch-y garb wasn’t something people saw everyday!

She snickers at that, not really noticing how slow her flight was becoming until it was too late, and instead of continuing her advance forward, her body is suddenly bogged down by the force of gravity as it starts to pull her back to the ground. In other words, the potion’s effects had run off sooner than she thought they would, and she was starting to fall-- fast.

“W-woaaaaaahhhh....!” Melody screams and flails as she plummets to the ground, eyes widening when she sees a person standing in her direct path. Even though she was the one falling who-knows-how-many-feet from the sky, her concerns immediately go to that person, as she didn’t want them to get hurt as a result of her shenanigans. 

Being a pirate meant that it was important to have an understanding of navigation. Sure, there was plenty of technology today that all you simply had to do was state your destination and a number of routes would be given; but relying on technology wasn’t always a guarantee, especially if you just happen to be in the middle of the ocean without any phone service. But where technology failed, there was always the night sky to rely on (well, when it was clear of course.) 

Navigation aside, Molly found she had always had a sort of affinity for the night sky and its wonders, relishing in the breathtaking beauty that was constellations, bright shining stars, and even visible planets. The universe was ever changing and expanding, and so was her eagerness to learn. 

Despite her busy schedule (especially during the nights,) she had always made it a point to visit the Planetarium when she could in order to learn more about the night sky. That and to also to visit the familiar owner. 

Having a night off from the Casino one evening, Molly had decided to stop by the Planetarium on her way back to her ship after her shift at the Gun Shop. Stepping inside, she looked around a moment, before spotting the owner and speaking melodically. 

“ Oh signor Wizard, your favorite Pirate is here ♪”

~★ Cinnamon’s been working under the Wizard (which is a very confusing name, considering she knows many wizards) since... basically the beginning of these businesses. Seven years on Arcadia left her in want of some sort of job pertaining more directly with her... skillset.

~★ Thank the gods he came along.

~★ But they have yet to have many meaningful talks, probably because Cinnamon tends to do her work with little to no complain (as long as you don’t count mumbled comments lamenting her motivations) and her boss is not the most sociable person. She remembers (and is grateful for) the gifts for the flower festival and her birthday, but... anything other than that...?

~★ You can see why she’s almost worried that he summons her to “talk.” What kind of talk? Is she fired? Surely not, she does all that she’s capable of... most of the time.

~★ “Sir...?” She peers her head into his office, eyebrows raised and expression neutral otherwise. “You... asked to see me...”

~★ It feels wrong to put one of those she works with above the others, but he’s also the one in charge of both of her employments, so perhaps it’s best to show a little more consideration to him. Besides, he’s been nothing but civil and kind to her, right down to the flowers he got her and everyone else.

~★ Every day she learns something new in both of those places, from the very day she started working, and she wouldn’t really be working there without him, so...

~★ “Sir... flowers for you,” she says, and holds out one pink peony and one red alstroemeria. “For your fortune... and for friendship. Thank you for... all of this.” A gesture to their surroundings, Cinnamon hoping that means enough.

~★ “... Goodbye,” she says, rather awkwardly given the gesture to come to him personally and deliver them, and returns to her own area to crack open another journal for her studies.

✧ “Frey, I have something for you!”

✧ Knock knock knock on her door, a bouquet of 10 red alstroemerias (friendship and devotion), one sunflower (loyalty and longevity), and one blue lisianthus (life-long bond) in one hand, which Vishnal hands over. 

✧ “Happy Flower Festival!” he chirps, then looks around for her roommate, the man he’d given a bunch of chocolate to. “Uh... if your roommate’s not in, would you mind giving him these for me, too?” Four red alstroemerias, to be exact-- he doesn’t want to leave him out of it, when he had said he’d start giving the man more gifts.

✧ “Thank you!”

☁  When you’ve been on this earth for hundreds of years, you start trying to figure out the secrets of other celestial bodies. Sometimes, Krobus wonders if he somehow knows more about the stars above than the ground he walks. There’s a lot you learn in so much time, but there’s even more that there is to be learned.

☁  Luckily, he’s not entirely alone in these little lessons.

☁  He met Gale at least decades ago, one of the few beings he could easily approach and talk to back when he was even more cautious and scared than he is now. The companionship the wizard offers is vital, to keep from feeling like a totally lonely, sad little shadow.

☁  The night permeates everything around them, a cool breeze rustling the world, Krobus’s voice raspy as he asks, “What are you seeing in the stars tonight?”