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🧙 WHO: Emerald & YOU!
⚔️️ WHAT: Top is open prompts, individual prompts in comments.
🕒 WHEN: Early to mid-March
🗺️ WHERE: Various
⚠️ WARNINGS: None yet, will add as needed.

A. Flowers and Dragons (TDM Prompt)
[ Emerald isn't much of a flower person. She doesn't mind them, but in the grand scheme of things, she's more a fan of realistic wants and needs-- she's not the type of person to get drawn in because something is pretty. The baby dragons are kind of a menace though, and without her aura to protect her, she'd rather do things the peaceful way...

At least her particular style of magic is especially useful for this kind of a mission. She may not have mastered hard light by any means, but in the months she's been here, she's become very adept at illusion and glamours. It's more a focus of familiarity and want, but right now, it's got her with one hand up to hold an invisibility illusion up while a dragon is mere feet from her and she's kneeling down with a basket full of little purple chive blossoms. She's doing her best to fill up the basket with one hand, but it's obviously a little messy.

If you come near her, she'll stop to put her fingers up to her lips. She can't control what the dragon hears, after all. Please don't alert the baby, she's trying her best to get this done without disaster. ]

B. Homesick or sick of home?
[ While Emerald's happy that they have inn rooms to fall back on, it's a stark reminder that it's still not a home. There's no one there waiting for her, and the longer she's here, refusing to let anyone get close (even if some people are clearly trying) the more it reminds her that she's alone. It also leaves her to think a lot about what a home means to her, and why she wants one here. It would be natural to want to stay in that inn if she felt like she had a place back in her world. Because the inn should be temporary-- a reminder that this is not forever, that they'll all go home one day. It's getting harder and harder for her to see why that's a good thing, the longer being here reminds her what it's like not to spend every day in a constant variable state of terror.

And yet, she finds herself wandering around an open house. The place she's at is too big for her to live at alone, for sure, but anyone can wander in easily and see her looking caught up in her own thoughts. If she does catch you looking though, it'll quickly be covered up with her narrowing her eyes. ]

Do you want something? You're supposed to be looking at the house, not me.

[ Well, she's still got an attitude problem whenever she's caught having feelings. ]

C. Wildcard
[ Write your own prompt or contact me and I'll whip up something for you! I can be contacted at

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Chris is once again at the training grounds; practice makes perfect, as one might say. She's come a fair bit of the way on her training with magic in under a month, and now... now she needs to try and reach out. She's had a number of training partners so far, but more never hurt, and besides, she might meet someone with whom she could partner up with in the future.

Even if such a possibility were ultimately intimidating to her. But she'd never been able to meet people easily.

But who to approach? Chris felt the social anxiety creeping in, and so she found herself backing away from people... and ultimately, into someone, along with her bow and quiver strapped to her back.

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

Emerald herself isn't particular happy about being back at the training grounds, but it seems less time consuming than taking a class. She was able to figure out certain parts of her light magic on her own, but other parts are less intuitive to her. Hard light, for example, continues to allude her. The idea of making illusions is one thing, the idea of conceiving light into a solid object is another.

"Watch where you're going."

It comes out automatically when her concentration is broken by some girl walking into her and she gives the girl a little shove to get her to back up. Emerald's probably not the best person in the world for someone with social anxiety to run into, particularly since she's off on her own for a reason to begin with.

Chris hurriedly backed up, and turned around, bowing her head in apology. "Sorry!" she said. "I just...I should have watched where I was going."

After a moment, she blinked, and asked, "Uh, are you here to train as well?"

"It is the training grounds."

Emerald gives her a look, like she's just not winning any points here. And it's true. Emerald isn't really warming up to... much of anyone here, and has been mostly keeping to herself except for a few bold souls who kept trying anyway.

"What else would I be doing?"

"... I guess you wouldn't be doing anything else, yeah."

Chris bites her lower lip for a moment. Things are pretty awkward right now, but she might as well try. Better now than never.

"I don't suppose you'd want a training partner? I have elemental magic, and I've been looking to test it against other forms."

"Is it your first time?"

She doesn't know that she wants to be responsible for training newbies... newbies don't even have anything worthwhile to steal yet either. But she'll at least hear her out.

"No. I've already been here a few weeks, and gotten a decent hand on fire, at least," she said, sounding kind of stand-offish. She was proud of the progress she'd made, dangit!

"Are you a fighter back home, then?"

Emerald's still thinking about it. She's not going to go easy on someone, even if they sound proud of their magic.. and she has no intention of sticking only to magic. Especially against flames.

Chris blinked, before looking around. Almost shiftily.

"You could say that," she said with a nod. "I can't really get into the specifics of just how, though."

"So... superhero team, villainous conspirator, or secret agent."

She's joking, but honestly, it seems like that's the case on a lot of worlds. Emerald sure fits into one of the categories, technically.

... You have no idea how right you are, Emerald. Chris stares at her for a long moment, before shrugging her shoulders and trying to play it cool.

"Nothing so impressive. But, uh, you can think whatever you want!"

It's weird when you've been all three of those things.

"Don't tell me you're just a side-kick."

A little smirk pulls onto Emerald's lips as she teases.

Chris blinked rapidly, before her expression turned angry.

"Who are you calling a sidekick?!" she exclaimed. "I'm part of a team!"

... That may have been too much to say.

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