The last wizard

(wait for bella?)

(Aye, we probably should.)

Yomela walked over to the man and waited for Dione to hop off her back. "So now what do we do, Arken?" she asked him, perhaps surprising the man she could talk.

Dione dismounted quite clumsily, tripping over her own two feet. She managed to right herself before she fell flat on her face, and quickly glanced around to make sure no one noticed her gracelessness.

Arken shrugged at yomela's question "I dunno" He admitted rather honestly "I could take them to begin training but i'd like  to find one or two more apprentices first"

"Did.... that horse just talk ?" Alonne wondered as he went over to assist by helping dione up "Let me help ya there." he said

"I-it's alri-ight," She managed to get out, her cheeks blushing furiously. She took a few steps backwards with a painfully nervous chuckle. "Wouldn't want to put you out of your wa- aaay!" What felt like a tree root caught behind her ankles, the last note of her sentence lasting longer than she expected in a cry of surprise as she fell backwards.

(I'm not sure we have enough apprentices... *cough* bella)

(Seriously?)

Yomela nodded. "Hello there." she greeted the man.

Alonne caught the clumsy young woman in his arms deftly and stated with a flirty "well, just met and already falling into my arms, I must be lucky" he looked at yomela and informed her "YOu are a horse"

Name: Monica Larooth
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Teenage witch with dark brown curly hair and blue eyes. Not much body mass on her body, sleek body type. Always is wearing some sort of cloak.
Background: Her parents were murdered by a wizard turned bad and she escaped from the scene with her life.
Skills/magical abilities: Can sneak up easily on enemies, learning different types of elemental magic.
Equipment: Wand, cloak, leather boots, bow and arrow she uses when she doesn't use magic to fight.

(Still editing!)

Yomela huffed slightly in response to the man. "I'm a kitsune, sir, a shape-shifter." she corrected him, flicking her ears and tail.

Dione was basically screaming internally at this point. She attempted to say something, anything - basically just the first thing that comes pops into her head - but what came out instead was a jumble of incomprehensible words. Oh, sweet Kain. Is this what heaven looks like? Her wide eyes almost appeared to glitter, as if an internal flame flickered deep inside her iris, as she gazed up at his oh, so beautiful face. The moment - if you could even call it that - was broken when he turned to that damn shapeshifter.

"Can you turn into a voluptuous bar wench?" Alonne asked half joking as he killed what was left of the mood

Yomela shook her head.

Alonne looked quite disappointed by this


(where is she at, that will determine where they go next)

Yomela chuckled before she shifted into a husky form and wagged her tail in front of him.

Dione's face fell, the moment clearly shattered. Like her heart. She could almost see it; when he threw her poor innocent heart at the ground and stomped it with his shoe. She straightened, side stepping away from Alonne, and rubbed at her arm nervously. I knew it was too good to be true. Why would someone like him be interested in someone like me? She was just... well, her. Basic and boring, who can't speak to someone vaguely attractive without becoming a hot mess. And him? Well, he was smooth as honey being poured over an angel clad in silk.

"I Suppose we should head to the sanctum then and begin their training" Arken decided after some brief thought

"Are you alright?" Alonne asked dione as he looked down to see the look on her face "Actually I don't believe I caught your name"

"Oh! I- uh," Dione began, quite pathetically. Did I just forget my own name? All thoughts fled her mind, leaving her a bumbling mess. Oh, but he wants to know her name! And he cares about her wellbeing! Maybe she was too quick to judge; maybe she could repair her heart so it can beat another day. In the hands of one so handsome. "D-Dione," It sounded difficult to get out, because, well, it was. For some reason talking in front of him was almost as impossible as digging a hole to the other side of the world.

Alonne gave a bright smile "The stutter is cute on you Dione, i'm alone" he said he was still holding her but as he heard what arken said his look became more playful "Do you think you can walk without falling over? If you make it to the next town without breaking your leg I could take you to dinner" he offered wearing his playful grin

Dinner! Oh, sweet mother of Kain, I feel faint. Am I hyperventilating? Just breath... "I-I think I could manage that..." She murmured, staring at her feet until the redness of her cheeks fades. She imagined it would be a fruitless endeavor, though. Something tells her she is going to be permanently red in the face with him around.

Yomela sighed deeply and glanced towards Arken. "So, should we leave the two love birds be for some alone time?" she asked him, wagging her tail and panting.

Dione let out an audible squeak at Yomela's words, and she rushed to assure the shapeshifter to do no such thing, of course tripping over her words in the process. "Oh, n-no need!" She cried, plastering a big stupid grin on her face. She danced away from the thief, walking quickly on ahead. "So are we going or what?" She said quickly. They'd need to move soon to ensure the illusionists won't catch them...

Yomela shrugged and glanced towards Arken.

later that night the group arrived at a cozy two story inn along a clearing in the forrest path

Arken went in first, while alonne got the door for the ladies, and offered Dione his arm as she went up the steps, in a gentlemanly manner "May i offer the lovely lady a hand up?" he asked with a flirty grin

Dione, however hesitantly, took Alonne's arm when he offered it, heat rising to her cheeks. She muttered out a little "thank you" amidst a few incomprehensible stuttering.