Sandra R. Lecarde
Oshibana Town.
The crowded streets of Oshibana town, as always it would remind Sandra that she was not far from her home. A gentle breeze and the morning sun greeted her as she made the first steps into the colourful town. It was a warm welcome that made the swords-woman smile, every time she'd return from a job. Just like today...
How long has it been? A few days, maybe even an entire week since the young woman had last been inside the guild's house. Her mind wandered off to what might have changed in that time. During these three months, Draco Edge had grown rapidly. Wait, three months already? Today was the eighth of October, right? The guild master had planned a celebration because of Draco Edge's third month as an official guild.
How could she forget? Loritova himself had reminded the S rank wizard of today's feast...! With a realisation in mind, Sandra quickened her footsteps while making a mental note that she should try to bring something with her. No can do, to arrive without any contribution to a feast. The metal-plated boots began stomping on the pavement as they kept up a decent pace.
Lucky for Sandra, she had some money to spare for a few bits and pieces of edibles. It wasn't much, but at least she had contributed a bit to the feast. And that was all that mattered.
Draco Edge Guild House.
She had taken her sweet time strolling through Oshibana. The feast had most likely started, and she was the one arriving late. Though content on returning home, Sandra couldn't shake the feeling that a certain old man would want to talk about her absence for the majority of this 'important' day. Still, it would be great to see everyone again, plus maybe a new member or two.
The gravel crunched under the heavy weight of the swords-woman's footwear, until they came to a halt. Two large eyes glared from underneath fringes of oak-brown hair, admiring the sight of the Draco edge guild house. Sandra released a deep breath from her mouth, the warm feeling of home once again embracing her entire being.
“Shae.” Sandra lightly bowed her head, acknowledging a fellow guild member, and S rank. The two never really talked much. Even though they are of the same rank, and practically live under the same roof. Giving the flirty fellow; Akio a hello as well, the young woman continued her way into the Guild house. A large tavern-like layout but twice the noise welcomed her. 'Twas a party after all. Every member, old and new was having a good old time. Talking out loud, eating and drinking all they can...
A light chuckle left the woman's mouth, nodding at anyone who greeted her as she approached the bar. Sandra didn't know if Kacie was even here (Although it was rather unlikely she wasn't.), but she had to place the bag of edibles somewhere. And with all the commotion going on, there was no way anyone would be trying the nick the bag from the counter.
“Welcome home, Sandra.” Her mind and body began to wander through the hall, observing as she spoke with no-one. On the balcony that granted a wide view of the bar, stood the guild master; Loritova. As high and might as ever, the old man certainly knew how to organize a feast. Sandra gave the man a nod. Of course to greet him, but mostly just to let the old man know she had returned. Nothing appeared to be out of place, and Sandra made herself comfortable by seating near the bar.
Oshibana Town.
The crowded streets of Oshibana town, as always it would remind Sandra that she was not far from her home. A gentle breeze and the morning sun greeted her as she made the first steps into the colourful town. It was a warm welcome that made the swords-woman smile, every time she'd return from a job. Just like today...
How long has it been? A few days, maybe even an entire week since the young woman had last been inside the guild's house. Her mind wandered off to what might have changed in that time. During these three months, Draco Edge had grown rapidly. Wait, three months already? Today was the eighth of October, right? The guild master had planned a celebration because of Draco Edge's third month as an official guild.
How could she forget? Loritova himself had reminded the S rank wizard of today's feast...! With a realisation in mind, Sandra quickened her footsteps while making a mental note that she should try to bring something with her. No can do, to arrive without any contribution to a feast. The metal-plated boots began stomping on the pavement as they kept up a decent pace.
Lucky for Sandra, she had some money to spare for a few bits and pieces of edibles. It wasn't much, but at least she had contributed a bit to the feast. And that was all that mattered.
Draco Edge Guild House.
She had taken her sweet time strolling through Oshibana. The feast had most likely started, and she was the one arriving late. Though content on returning home, Sandra couldn't shake the feeling that a certain old man would want to talk about her absence for the majority of this 'important' day. Still, it would be great to see everyone again, plus maybe a new member or two.
The gravel crunched under the heavy weight of the swords-woman's footwear, until they came to a halt. Two large eyes glared from underneath fringes of oak-brown hair, admiring the sight of the Draco edge guild house. Sandra released a deep breath from her mouth, the warm feeling of home once again embracing her entire being.
“Shae.” Sandra lightly bowed her head, acknowledging a fellow guild member, and S rank. The two never really talked much. Even though they are of the same rank, and practically live under the same roof. Giving the flirty fellow; Akio a hello as well, the young woman continued her way into the Guild house. A large tavern-like layout but twice the noise welcomed her. 'Twas a party after all. Every member, old and new was having a good old time. Talking out loud, eating and drinking all they can...
A light chuckle left the woman's mouth, nodding at anyone who greeted her as she approached the bar. Sandra didn't know if Kacie was even here (Although it was rather unlikely she wasn't.), but she had to place the bag of edibles somewhere. And with all the commotion going on, there was no way anyone would be trying the nick the bag from the counter.
“Welcome home, Sandra.” Her mind and body began to wander through the hall, observing as she spoke with no-one. On the balcony that granted a wide view of the bar, stood the guild master; Loritova. As high and might as ever, the old man certainly knew how to organize a feast. Sandra gave the man a nod. Of course to greet him, but mostly just to let the old man know she had returned. Nothing appeared to be out of place, and Sandra made herself comfortable by seating near the bar.