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[Flare]

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Flare's lips parted in a naturally smug grin to reveal notably sharp and pointed teeth as the pink-skinned figure strode through the Crystal Fens, glancing up only briefly to look for landmarks and potential danger. In thin arms and long-fingered, carefully manicured hands rested a robe of viridian-green color which many associated with the disbanded Legion of Justice. The fuchsia-haired sorcerer disliked most menial tasks, 'her' current service of delivery included, but the means met her ends. She hadn't had clear direction to the Garden before, a place where many of her summoner's associates frequented.

"Mmm," she hummed to herself in thought as she dodged and weaved past the closely knit houses. Her tone danced between low murmuring to carefree, victorious sing-song. "House with a fence.. here. A little south, a little more south.. Ah-ha! Heere you aaare!"

Folding the map that had been resting open on the robe, she barely stopped to study the stone building and strode quickly by, more intent on getting her job done than admiring architecture. Momentarily, she paused to acknowledge a middle-aged man on a nightmare who appeared behind her. Heehee.. he's kind of cute. He's probably less than three hundred! Heading past him and noticing a green tile amongst the grass, she boldly strode forward and found herself on the top of the building. Normally those sort of actions ended her up in someone's personal chambers rather than where she was supposed to be headed, but this teleporter did not bring her into such an awkward position. Looking over the area, she noticed quickly that there weren't any women present, let alone any that fit the description of the recipient. When the middle-aged man appeared behind her and walked past to a table, she halted studying the room and indignantly muttered about the woman she was looking for not being there.

After failing to strike up small-talk with him and finding that Mallory indeed did not seem to be present, she set the folded robe on top of the chests by the fireplace. Not being particularly interested in the quiet man at the moment, she headed back from whence she came and looked over the merchants on the main floor. Suggestively looking over the man in oriental armor, she inquired of any nearby rune libraries (and if he would like to escort her, though being on duty and likely uninterested, he declined). Haughtily storming off (alone), she searched through the local runebooks and disappeared from the Garden.