Mystical Saga - The beginning

37. Connecting link (F)

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This story is unedited so apologies for grammatical and spelling errors if any.

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Fiora (POV)

Samragyi and their comrades finally took a much-needed respite. We collectively decided they would take a break for two entire days, free from any stress or obligations.

Before Zack asked me to come earlier, I had reached out to the old man, only to discover he was out of town. That's the only reason we didn't visit him. During this time, I also learned something astonishing: I am among the few known individuals to possess all five elements without formal training.

Now, I'm at home, feeling restless. Zack has gone off somewhere, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My mind is a whirlwind of concerns, from what I would say to Ebon, to the unknown future, and countless other anxieties.

Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to the mysterious woman I had encountered at the waterfall. I replayed our entire conversation in my head, and then I heard a voice. "Hello?" I turned around, utterly shocked to see her standing behind me. She was draped in a white dress adorned with gold, and she was soaking wet.

"How did you get into my house?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of shock, disturbance, and a hint of fear.

"I don't know," she replied, equally bewildered. "I was bathing at the waterfall, and the next moment, I'm here."

"All I did was think about you," I said innocently, still trying to grasp the situation.

She rotated her wrist, forming a translucent barrier around herself where she began to change. "Do you have something to dry my hair?" she asked, her voice calm despite the circumstances.

"Yes, I do," I replied, quickly going inside to fetch a towel and a hairdryer. When I handed her the towel, she looked curiously at the hairdryer. "What's that?" she inquired.

"That's a hairdryer," I explained, demonstrating how to use it.

"wow!" she exclaimed "Manipulators have really come a long way" she said

"here, take it" I said passing the dryer to her 

"Amm! Let me show you a better way," she said with a playful smile. Twisting her finger in a circular motion, she created a small whirlwind. It gently wrapped around her long, beautiful black hair, and within minutes, her hair was dried, forming soft curls. She then summoned a few brushes, which floated around her, combing her hair out. Next, she conjured a small smoke lamp and infused it with a fragrant essence, letting the aromatic smoke envelop her hair.

"What's that for?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Aroma," she replied with a hint of amusement. "Who wants their hair to smell bad?"

She then took four or five drops of a mysterious oil and expertly slathered it through her hair. I was astonished that such a small quantity was sufficient for her luxuriant locks. Now, her hair had a radiant, glossy sheen. With practised ease, she styled it by braiding half of her hair and leaving the rest loose, adding delicate pieces of jewellery to complete the look.

"Wow! That's a lot of steps," I exclaimed, feeling a mix of amazement and disbelief.

She giggled, her laughter like a tinkling bell. "These are just the aftercare steps. I have even more for before washing."