What happened after this. Not much, as I'm not quite in the writing mood. Consider this a relaxing little scene. I took the liberty and gave Ygnie a Fae pet, hope you like him Sora. Magistrix Anna Karnstein belongs to @White_Queen94, Ygnie the Víla (Vee-la) belongs to @Sorachan. Story continues here. #TwilightRealm#Story#Hunter
Something white and fluffy leaped from behind the chair into Ygnie's arms, a chubby head poked out, sticking its tongue at the Magistrix. It was round and fluffy, looked just like a bunny, but made of cloud. "Oh, why I had no idea you are here." The Vila exhaled histrionically as she patted on the creatureâÃÂÃÂs head, "My apologies Magistrix, you must forgive Tiban (Tee-ban, little cotton), mischief is his nature." Anna, "Get him away from me, I'Âm allergic to Fae pets!!!"
"How about something that's not, as far as I know we're in Austria, how do we get to Paris? By train?" Anna returned with a sneer, "Why your 'boss' never
told you anything about the mirrors?" "Mirrors?"Baffled, Joel shook his head, "Mirrors, aren't them gateways between realms?" "Oh yes but there are much more..." Anna leaned backwards, balancing the chair on its rear legs. All of a sudden she tipped back, a crash landing on her back.
The Vila thought for a while, "The two courtiers were supposed to go to the Zuhair Murad boutique in Paris, they are not heard of ever-since. Maybe the shop could tell us something?" Joel nodded in agreement, "How about the Guild's investigation, Magistrix Karnstein, anything worth mentioning?" The young Magistrix rested her legs on the edge of the table, reclining farther into the back of the chair, "I'm afraid, Mr. Haddson, that information is classified." Joel rolled
his eyes,
"So the Hunter Guild can be counted on to provide required help, no?" Anna couldn't care less, "You name it you get it." As a professional journalist, Joel knew when a conversation doesn't bode well. "Ygnie,where do you suggest we should get started?" He stepped forward between the ladies, trying to divert the focus, and to be honest, making actual constructive progress.
The eyes of the three danced between each other. Anna leaned back, clasping her hands behind her head, "So what does the envoy of Seaddhu suggest?" Ygnie tilted her head, her face winced a bit, "So you are leaving me in charge?" Anna shrugged, "Oh well, you heard her ladyship, you're the envoy nominated by King Aldaregon himself. I wonât dare to arrogate." For a second the flaming eyes of the Vila's intensified, but was quickly dimmed down. Ygnie floated above her chair,
