#sylphhunter

          she finds herself in a different era, one that was foreign to her. the people dressed differently here, even the feel of magic has density different from her own time. an eery ambience that lingered over her, perhaps it was the discomfort of not knowing where to belong, nor the knowledge of who might be around the corner, seeking some sort of past ulterior grudge. 

          but she had a target, one that lead her here. she wanted to witness the hades that would have never became the ungodly entity that was in her era. the one that came prior to all the revelations, the pain and the suffering. upon glancing around, she spots a familiar essence, although its owner was far from the image she had imprinted in her mind. ❝ hades ? or should i say, precht gaebolg, as that is your true name, yes ? ❞

          today was a full day for the scarlet haired wizard, one that was perhaps packed with the neglect for rest and leisure. countless errands folded and twisted within her armour, a few of the errands having been successfully checked off. amidst her haste, fast footsteps move to collide shoulders with another, without much thought, she catches herself before regaining her stance.

          mavis grimaces as she stands outside of his door, head tilting to peak into his room, one that was filled with stuffed animals. ❝ precht... will you really not share ?! ❞

          she devises a plan, if he won’t voluntarily share with her, then she shall take them by force, even if it means she’ll have to walk over his dead body. no, not really, that’s too drastic, but maybe if she could just knock him out unconscious and then runaway with all his stuffed animals.