"To be human is to make mistakes."
Dirty Paws | Of Monsters and Men
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Of course, neither girl could have known what Althea's plan for Zinnia truly was. She was not going to have the chance to intergrate into society, she was to be kept under lock and key, a witch with too much power that needed to be watched at all times, least she betray them and kill the royal family. Althea's other attempts to have Zinnia taken away had all failed. She had escaped from the angels and the dark witches. Now she had done the only other thing she could think of, shrink Zinnia to the size of a pixie and allow Yulissa to watch her for the time being, until she decided on what could be done with her. Perhaps Althea would discredit her and place her in a mental institution, or force her to become the official potion maker of the royal family. Then again, none of the royals knew of Zinnia's disease, where the longer her mana built up, the more her symptoms would manifest. Althea, after all, had no way of knowing this.
Zinnia sat upright in the jar, rubbing at her eyes as Yulissa woke her up. The children they wanted to reintigrate? Zinnia looked at the familiar faces and names, knowing that each of them was suffering just as much, if not more than she. Zinnia had already mourned her parents, she had no attachment to them. These children had all lost their families and were now being forced to become party of a society they never asked to be in. Zinnia locked away her emotions, knowing that they would do her no good in this matter. She needed to think logically, if she wanted to place them in the best situation possible. "Claris is a talented wand maker," it was not on the paper detailing her, for whatever reason. "She can make wands out of nearly anything." Claris would be happiest where she could use this skill set. She was nearly graduated from University as well. "Mevia is a skilled weaver, she can weave mana into thread." It was a rare gift, one not many witches or wizards could use.
"They would like that, I suppose." Zinnia spoke softly as she recalled Yuu's kindness, always wanting to help other. "Keep Lumier close to where Darris is, they are a couple." She wanted them to have some sort of happiness of course. Was Darris alright? He had collapsed at the ball, poisoned by the Magnolians no doubt. Choose where she wanted to go? Was that some sort of cruel joke? "Home of course," but home was now abandoned. A demon leaped onto the desk, peering into the glass. A familiar? Zinnia's heart clenched painfully. "Azur, do you know Blithe?" Zinnia inquired, "Can you sense her?" Demons could sense one another based on their power levels. As Blithe was a General, it should have been easy to tell approximetly where she was at this moment.
Zinnia was much more willing to befriend a demon of course. She had always been strange in this manner, prefering folk and demons to fellow mages. Of course, they were always transparent. They did not stare when you used a chair or if you tried to do something. They did not bully her for being unable to reach things, or throw her belongings into the water fountain. Humans were an awful sort and Zinnia had, had quite enough of them.
Yue? A witch from the Orient! Levi had never met a witch of her kind before. She was quite excited, but knew that medical care came first. "Constantina?" That was not in the Orient... how strange, but she would not question it. "I don't know a Zinnia," Levi replied. "My friend Pen is going to take you inside of the hospital now, alright? I'll come check on you once you're settled in a room."