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AND THERE IT GOES AGAIN, the difference in their public status. Juvia, recognised, respected. As she ought to be - a master of her magic, the ocean itself given a form. Incredible. Worth looking up to.

Whereas Chelia would forever be Lamia's protégé ; her own achievements merited under the Guild's name. Not a worthwhile mage in her own right, despite her desperate attempts to be so. Her generation were receiving their acolades - becoming Guildmasters ; mastering their magics ; saving their world... and her song remained unsung, forever passed over for another.

The public opinion was ever so fickle, and still Chelia craved to appease them.

❝ Consider me inexperienced then, ❞ She couldn't hide the bitterness in her laughter, and recoiled from herself. ❝ I've given everything to my magic, my studies, and have gotten nothing back. I wouldn't change it for the world... I LOVE magic more than anything. But I do wonder what it's like to be... well, be you ! ❞

OUCH.

The words alone are enough to make Chelia's heart stammer, the accusation thick in the other's tone -

Except it's Juvia, and so she hazards a guess that maybe - maybe - it's not as cruel as it sounds. No point in getting caught up in her own emotions that soon. And so she schools her face into her usual quickened grin, nose scrunched in manufactured innocence.

❝ Can't it be both ? ❞ She pouts a little, embracing her 'character'. Prays that Juvia can't see right through her. She hasn't experienced love in a long while, at least not in the way the water mage infers. Still, blue stains her skin, runs in her blood ; makes it so hard to see another as anything other than ideas.

@rainfollowed said : "You're very quiet. What are you thinking about?"

The billowing soot black smoke rising up, tarnishing the once clear blue sky, was still clear in her mind. The acrid smell that burned her nose and throat, the scent of burning wood accompanying it. Crackling flames, the loud creaking of the wood losing strength to support the roof and other structures. Glass cracking in the immense heat. It was as if the very home itself was groaning out for help as the fire devoured it. Though what made the sight worse that day was something Nix didn't hear. Not one cry for help. No one screaming in pain. Only she was the one screaming for those around her to let her go. Even if the property was silent of any signs of life, a part of her wanted to desperately believe there was still a chance her family was still alive..

Those memories just wouldn't leave Nix be as she sat in the guild, a drink in hand. It wasn't anything alcoholic, just a cup of tea and a kettle to join it. Why on earth did that client have to bring up that day? It brought back the worst day of her life thus far and simply wouldn't leave. Honestly, such memories made her tempted to drink but knew it wasn't the solution. For now, the tea would have to do. Thankfully a voice pulled the silverette from her thoughts and back into reality. Blue-gray eyes shifted over to see Juvia standing there and processed what had been said.

THE SEER BREATHED A SIGH-- IN EQUAL PARTS RELIEF AND BOREDOM THAT STEMMED FROM A SIMILAR MANNER OF FINISHING THE LAST CHAPTER TO A HARROWING STORY. Not even the company of her guildmates’ nor the changes the Master had implemented stirred her interest. Since the new buildings completed construction, the Seer was tethered with distractions that divided her attention. Between her usual routine of drinking ( where she could indulge in her vice in peace and quiet ), of finding a solo job or one where she would occasionally partner with another, Cana had little free time to spare for anything else. Yet she found herself meandering near the entrance, obliged to wait and greet Natsu and his rag-tag group when they arrived. 

She was just as eager as the rest of the guild to introduce many of the changes that occurred during their absence. However, there was two very distinct changes that Cana felt compelled by curiosity to linger nearby for the Master to reveal: two very unexpected and rather controversial introduction of one Gajeel Redfox and @rainfollowed​--former members of their fallen enemy, Phantom Lord. It certainly explained the sudden spike of tension among most of the guild members to be sure. 

No answers were given by the Master, as she expected. Which left Cana to be the one to seek her own answers and determine if their new guildmate’s possessed redeemable merit-- and perhaps remorse for their part in the destruction of her home-- or if they were to be treated with exercised caution. 

Only one way to find out.

THE MOMENT THE LIGHTS WENT OUT AND THE GENTLE STRUM OF MIRAJANE’S GUITAR RANG THROUGHOUT THE GUILD, CANA TOOK THE CHANCE TO SEAT HERSELF BESIDE THE INFAMOUS WATER MAGE. Three tankards of brew that she had already acquired ( let’s not examine just how exactly she managed to procure the drinks shall we? ) were set upon the table and distributed between her intended: herself, Gajeel, and Juvia.

❝ Cheers! C’mon, drink up before it get’s too warm-- ❞ Or that Mira realizes I snatched them from behind the bar, heheh.  ❝ Hope y’all are settilin’ in alright. Despite the rough introduction we got, we’re not a bad bunch-- at least, not all of us. ❞

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