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“Wait…” Sage’s head canted to the side, brows furrowed as she mentally got hung up on a comment Jaina had said. “I’m sorry, can you please elaborate on that? Y-you said that you had an asteroid... Like,” she paused, then lifted her hand hesitantly as if she were considering her question to be borderline insane.

“Like out there?” Although her finger pointed at the ceiling tiles and lights overhead, it was pretty obvious that she meant what lay beyond the building and cloud-covered sky. “You had a world? And it wasn’t just covered in rocks and dust?”

Perhaps it shouldn’t sound too outlandish; after all, she had been one of Queen Altea’s visitors for a spell and wherever they had been held prisoner was not of this world.

“I think, if I were able to go to Mirrorspace freely I wouldn’t feel so envious of them” Sage admitted, her tone laced with disappointment.

She reached for her glass of water and took a small drink to give herself a moment to realign her thoughts, so they could have a more positive conversation. “I’ll be honest, I haven’t really spent much time thinking about what I want mine to look like.”

“Several years ago, when I first joined, I did some brief research on my name and learned the mythology surrounding Hekate.” It did shed some light on why her uniform was more witch-like, although it had a bit more of a Halloween aesthetic than Greek. “I suppose I might do something including a crossroads, ruins in a deep woods-like area, maybe.” Not quite bog-like but a misty fog for an other-worldly or supernatural kind of feel.

Sage’s shoulders rose in a small shrug. “I have no idea,” she admitted with an almost owlish expression. She did not follow music trends and most of the time she was lucky to remember all the lyrics to a song, if she was lucky, she might recall the title or singer but never both.

“Honestly, I wish my magic was more in line with the actual goddess’ rather than jinxes.” Although, it could be considered a subsect of witchcraft, possibly. However, the manifestation of the purple smoke was easy enough for opponents to avoid that she often avoided using it unless she could get a sneak attack.

“I do wonder sometimes if her mythology is somehow connected to my world.” Sage leaned back in her seat at looked up at the lamp hanging from the ceiling above them. All she yearned for was just a peek at what her asteroid looked like. “Have you kept in contact with any of your former friends or have they deemed you the enemy now for joining us?” LIke the boy from earlier who was quick to determine that she was evil.

Sage redirected her attention from the ceiling back to her friend. She straightened up in her chair and reached out to place her hand atop Jaina’s in a comforting gesture.

“No need to apologize, I’m sorry that I brought up a sensitive subject.” Her journey to the Dark Mirror Court was an enigma to Sage and while she would like to know more about the circumstances, she was wise enough to know when not to push. Perhaps in time, her friend might open up about her life before the Court, but today was not that day and she understood.

“So,” she paused to consider what to change the topic to before settling on something perhaps a bit generic. “Are there any new hobbies, or things you enjoy doing since joining?”

“It’s the feeling of being independent rather than relying on the generosity of someone else.” She’d known too many people in college who were, what she’d call, a freeloader relying on their family’s money. But there were still a number who had made it there either on their own merits and earned scholarships or had one or two jobs to support their education. Although Jaina didn’t have to worry about money, it seemed that she did anyway and spoke volumes about her character.

Sage smiled and with an approving nod removed her hand from Jaina’s to take a sip of water.

“Jewelry can be kind of niche, but if you know your target audience I think you can be very successful.” There are also a lot of upfront costs especially if she was working with precious stones but with practice, it could become a good self-sustaining option for bringing in some income. “As for favorite colors though, honestly… I’m not too picky. At work, I can’t wear anything that dangles but when I’m not at the clinic or participating in evening activities like today I usually wear vintage clothes.” Today was no exception with the dark blue jeans, white lace blouse that she had tucked in, and a pair of black flats.

Sage felt a warm blush tint her cheeks a light pink at the compliment.

As Jaina continued to talk, a small laughter bubbled up when she mentioned the phrases written on a few of her shirts. Some might find it distasteful but she found it rather humorous. In a world caught in the threads of war fought with magic, sometimes falling back on these small joys in life are what would help a soul still feel whole.

“I- I uh…” She stammered when the conversation circled back to her favorite color. “I’m rather fond of purples, and turquoise, dusty rose or antique bronze and silver. Yellow or ivory are both nice too.” Honestly, she probably had an outfit that could fit well with any of them and if not then it would be reason enough to go thrift shopping to find something new.

“What about you?” She turned the question back on her friend. “What are your favorite colors?”

“Wire wrapping, or findings?” Sage was by no means a jeweler but she’d spent a fair enough time around Etsy to see some of the intricate designs to pick up on a few terms and techniques that people used.

“Are there any other activities you like to enjoy outside of crafting?” She asked as the waitress from earlier returned to refill her glass of water and let them know that their orders would be out soon.