Gajeel flitted through the market, trying to find anyone sporting the fabled legendary traits that blessed those of sufficient age and favor. He wanted desperately to have a trait like that one day. It was obviously a prestige type of thing. He bet his own Dad was just about to get his own fancy awesome trait. Gajeel had a lot of years to go yet but he was determined to make them good years and make them count. He was going to explore all over the place and find his true calling. Then he would perform it to the best of his ability and uphold the family name. Then he would get his legendary trait and maybe sometime in between he would meet someone nice and settle down. Or so his Dad said would probably happen. Something about girls becoming more interesting over time or indeed sometimes other boys. Gajeel had rolled his eyes and moved on. First glory and honor and battle and quests! Then maybe girls if he felt like it.
He hummed as he moved, making a tune of his own making. He liked music. And a good mystery. That was what these traits were….mysterious. A puzzle for someone smart like him to solve. So far he hadn’t found anyone with the traits and one would think that in a place with as many people as an Oban market at least one would be visible right? Or did they stay inside because they were too old? Was that what legendary really meant? Old? Couldn’t be.
He checked a great many people out. Only once did he think he caught a glace of something spectacular. A curve where there shouldn’t be one, was it a horn perhaps?
He snuck as close as he dared. It looked like an old lightning and fire hybrid. Despite her age she had an almost ethereal grace to her movements. He thought she might have been a Prima by trade. Looked like she had earned the title, it also made her a magnet for attention. Underneath a shear veil were what looked to be horns. He hoped fervently that he would get something so cool like that one day.
He melted back into the crowd. He had finally seen one! He was incredibly excited and continued on.
There were no other legendaries that day but he caught a few more over the next few months. Some of them had scale patterns too. It was super neat. He felt like that would be another cool trait to have, something really visible that would let others know of his excellence and prestige. It would take time but as he had been told over and over most good things did take extra time.
He wasn’t exactly the most patient…he should really work on that but for now he was content to race everywhere like he was past a million deadlines.
He did what he did thoroughly but always fast, always rushing. He wanted to be good at whatever he touched and that took a loot of practice. Dad said special things happened to people who were dedicated so he would exemplify that.
He wondered what some of the other people’s signature traits could be. Most of the ones he had seen here were of course Oban. What might a leafling or a waterlings trait be?
He tried to draw those traits in a book that he thought would be cool for that type of person he took his time and proudly tacked tendaji’s people up all around the house.
He enjoyed the arts very much. He pretended he had a majestic set of horns by making silhouettes of himself in candle light. He drew scale shapes with ink on his skin and acted out small skits with himself. He was certainly good at keeping busy while he waited. He stayed dedicated to his studies and in his spare time learned as much about legendary people as he could.
He kept a journal of his finds and did his best to recreate images of the people. By doing this he learned how to express himself through art. It brought him great joy to draw or compose music. Anything creative he was attracted to. It was one of the few skills that he worked really hard at that had no logical benefit. He worked at it because he loved it. He was excited that he had found something that made him feel happy and content and not pressured to be better all the time. It became so easy to put images into medium and smear it around until it took the form he bade. He made mistakes but he always tried.
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