Welcome to Gaia! ::

Linnith grinned at the man behind the counter. There was something about the old mage that just put Linnith at ease. She supposed it was that he accepted Linnith how she was and was always kind to her. He’d helped her realize more about herself than she ever could have alone. And she’d found her weapon here. So every time she visited, Linnith always found herself smiling, talking and spending more time, than she’d intended, at the small shop.

Today’s visit, however, was special. Despite having her imprinted weapon, Linnith still felt weak — like she wasn’t strong enough to support herself in this world (especially if she was going to leave in the next couple of years or so). So, she’d paid a visit to the shop, today, in search for something that might boost her powers.

“I might have just the thing for you, Linnith,” the old man said as he stepped out from behind the counter and moved straight for the staves. “This weapon is imbued with special powers. It fuels your magic’s strength and makes it stronger so long as you carry it with you. If you don’t mind carrying around such a thing, it’d be perfect.” He held the staff out for Linnith to take.

She tilted her head, examining every inch of the staff and testing its weight. It was slightly taller than she would have picked out but that also meant that she had room to grow and might be able to keep it longer than a staff that was shorter. When she was satisfied that she’d be able to wield it, Linnith paid for it and thanked the mage. “I owe you so much. Thank you.”

“Pfft, you owe me nothing, child. You are a good person. Seren bless you and have a good day, Linnith.”

Linnith waved and thanked the mage again as she turned and left. She couldn’t help but let a small frown spread across her face at what the orderite had said. Seren bless her? Did Seren bless her? Did she deem Linnith worthy enough of such a thing? It had been so long since she’d been to a religious service. So long since she’d actually prayed. Did Seren even care about those like her? Sighing, Linnith stepped away from the store and out into the marketplace crowd.

As her eyes glanced over the sea of orderites, Linnith’s eyes fell onto a pair in robes. Tilting her head, she wondered if they were with the temple and decided to follow behind them for a moment. Maybe, if they were, she could talk to them and find some things out.

Linnith had never been the best at sneaking around, as evident by the many times her father had caught her in dresses. So, when the priestess, or whatever she was (she was so young looking), spotted her, Linnith silently cursed and tried to look as if she was interested in one of the many booths lining the street. She didn’t know why she didn’t just approach the duo — something just made her want to talk to the girl and only the girl. Sighing, she glanced back up after a moment and slipped back into the crowd to follow after them. Linnith didn’t notice herself get caught a second time — she was too interested in watching as what could only be their temple came into view. Her eyes widened and she tilted her head as she stopped and her gaze finally flit back to the duo. She waited by a tree, hoping that the pair would split and she would be able to approach the girl one on one.