Sweet spring air blossomed forth that morning, as did the rising sun. It cast its beams of life upon the grand and diverse city of Magnus Octium, the elven capital of the continent. For the most part, the city was that of an industrial mayhem, with skyscrapers climbing in every direction one gazed. Every now and then these erections gave way to clean, growing grass. These patches of grass dotted about the city usually held home to great towers, which capitalized the use of the space into great gardens and parks for the users of the towers.
In one of these city refuges stood the Tower of Arcana, as known to the citizens of the city. Inside the tower those studying the art of magic and imbuing it into things such as potions and scrolls resided.
These people were known to be the smartest, bravest, and most clever of all the people on the city; with hearts pure and true enough to convey the powerful magics that dwelled within their souls.
On that fateful morning, the inhabitants of the tower awoke to the beautiful day, but with the attitude of indifferent honey badgers. One of the mages had been up all night, studying and forcing all of her notes into her mind once more. Mages in this tower commonly taught themselves, but in a class where all helped eachother. The young mage in question was a female, standing average at a height of 5'6", with blazing red hair that glowed like a ball of flame when hit with direct sunlight. This mage's gleamed green with many latent powers, and with the heart of a vigorous and dedicated learner. This mage went by the name of Clarissa Fairchild, sister to Jace Fairchild, also a mage in the tower.
In the tower, there was a floor devoted to that of food, and to a commons room. In this common room the mage lay, her body strewn over the couch next to her many papers and the papers of the other mages, which filled the room with a tremendous clutter. For being the most brilliant of minds, their home was incredibly cluttered, and un-navigate-able.
As dawn poked through the shaded windows of the room, and cast down upon Clarissa's face, she awoke with as start. As she moved, her mind pounded with pain. The mage Clarissa was still very sore from her night-long endeavours into the study of magic, which had taken a tole on her body, and her mind.
The redhead steadied herself in her seat on the couch, and buried her head into her palms. Her mind cried out, I need a break! Clarissa had been burnt out by all the fervent studying that she had conducted through the night.
Down the spiral staircase same an odd-looking Mage. Her skin was that of a sea blue, and her body and appearance took on the aspects of a fish. The mage that now stood in the common room went by the name of Antwa, for she was a Mer. The Mer species are known for their underwater abilities, as well as above water ones. Though Antwa's skin was always moist, her toes and fingers were webbed, and the fact that she had a small, serpent-like tail, she was one of the most brilliant potion makers at the tower.
She approached Clarissa and smiled. "Good morning, Clary." She said in her heavily accented voice. Her Mer mouth was much more accustomed to speaking the Mer language, instead of the Common one.
Clarissa raised her eyes to meet Antwa's sea green ones. The young maiden smiled and nodded. "Hi there, Antwa." She breathed, glad for the distraction. "I...Do you want to go shopping? I've just been paid, and I need a break from magic for a while." She said, standing up and brushing her hair down with her fingers. She had asked this on a whim.
Though Antwa was taken aback at first, she nodded and grinned. "Shopping! Shopping is fun." The Mer was not as articulate with the human language was native speakers were. With that, the Mer grabbed her satchel off of a rack and slipped on simple slippers. She also grabbed a leather jacket. In her satchel, she tucked her Aquan spell book.
