Casually posts a tiny preview of her new GaLe story because it pertains to this muse.
Makarov Dreyar massaged his temples with the tips of his fingers and heaved a sigh. A map of Fiore’s oceans lay before him, cities and islands crossed off with ominous red slashes and dates hastily scrawled next to them. “This is the third raiding this week. If I wasn’t sure they were looking for something, I’m almost certain now.”
He lifted his tired eyes to the door. “Has he said anything to you about this, Gajeel?”
The man in question, tall and well build with a mane of untamable hair, shook his head. “Ain’t said a word.”
Makarov dropped his hands. He examined the map before him, as if some secret lay within its faded drawings. There had to be something, a pattern, a clue, anything that could possibly explain the sudden and frequent attacks of Fiore’s ports.
“Ya really think he’s lookin’ for something?”
The man didn’t answer. His eyes remained on the paper, his lips moving in silent mutters. With a gnarled finger, he started from the first instance, a raid on a town in the far east, close to the mainland, and continued in order, taking careful note of each place that had been marked.
“Or someone.” The words had leapt from his lips before his mind had time to process them.
And then, as if the muttering of the simple phrase had struck up a thought, his hand jumped to the most recent mark, and then to the city next to it - a small island that lay just miles from the southern most point of the mainland.
Noticing this, Gajeel pushed himself away from the doorframe that had been supporting his weight since the start of the meeting, and he bent over the map, his eyes finding the place that currently held the older man’s attention. “Magnolia?”
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