Blissful. Pleasant. Upbeat.
Or at least, that was what it was supposed to be. It was the caustic beginnings which always caused lady luck to fly off and scramble aimlessly to everywhere, anywhere besides her. The only thing which refrained her from admitting that this tragic spur of events was entirely due to her misbehavior was her relentless pride.
The girl was dubious and went on with the stray path she chose on traversing. Said path was by no means danger-free, it also lacked any artistic intrusion whatsoever, according to the feeble mind of this painter.
With the wave of her improbable weapon, in which case would be a brush, an incantation surged itself on the atmosphere, glimmering with the bright colors of pink. "Massive Rock~!" Shouted the voice that seemed to emanate from a teen. The duteous action was immediately followed by a magical seal, as well as a large, stony material erupting forth from her stature, bouncing warily off the terrain, aimlessly knocking over some trees, as well as its targets, of course.
For some reason, the beasts which roamed about were mostly mutated forms of flora. It wasn't as if she minded though, good matches were always a day-maker, for her.
Perfunctory instincts sparked the hidden flame of desire to fight within the travelling girl. As such, she weaved another painting of unreadable seals, this time, with a glint of determination and willpower. A chilly draft echoed along the vibrant buzzing of the evening wind, a cold mist wrapped around another unsuspecting target or two. Blowing down her brush, a large apparition of ice dropped down its agenda.
Satisfied with the results, she promptly shot the surroundings a valiant grin of achievement. Perhaps this was a grand exploration after all.
The painter wandered around a few more instances, sounds of rounds of ruthless spellcasting and what appeared to be brush-hitting expeditions were apparent, though it seems like no one notices her for some reasons. There was a point in which she cast a ground-shaking spell, enough to be classified as an earthquake, yet no response still.
Her triumphant expression remained only for so long, and she started trailing off blankly into the midst of the heavily-forested area once more, the amount of monsters lingering seemed to lower drastically, and it appears as if though it wasn't due to her actions alone. Her eyes lidded lowly in a fit of boredom. Feet dragged themselves further and further, whisking away from the civilization she spotted lightly from before. It was rather dim and it appeared as if though the people were under a commotion or whatnot, perhaps that was why they didn't come around when she produced a magnitude. Beryl would rather not appear on heavily drastic occurrences, she was unwilling to help at the moment.
Peering off into the distant and unfamiliar lands further and further, the girl, soon enough, grew tired, as any other would. Although, her case was a lot less likely; it was probable that she only grew lazy from too much walking. A challenge or two could prove of essence right now.
Using the other tip of her brush as a weight-supporting material, she carried onward. Wheezing from taking in all too much of nature.
"But it's so dull around..." She gloated, supposedly she was going to answer the voice which seemed to come from behind a tree with a much more reasoned response, but since the voice could've come from a tree hybrid (for all she knew, all the flower-like monsters got into her nerves lately), she didn't. Changing the tune of her voice, she spoke again.
"Are you perhaps another one of those monsters? A talking tree, maybe?"
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