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when master ooba had called him into the office, he had been surprised. lyon didn’t think he did anything wrong. mostly because he hadn’t really seen gray recently and usually that little menace got him wrapped up into shenanigans lyon couldn’t even fathom. but. it wasn’t that and what it was surprised him even more — a direct request for him. lyon wasn’t a stranger to those, not really. his popularity as a dynamic ice make mage was well set in stone when he was caught by sorcerer weekly eight….nine years ago? he wasn’t sure, but since that shirtless photoshoot, he was somewhat popular. and the grand magic games (when they bothered, before the reality of them was revealed and left a bitter feeling) also skyrocketed his popularity. seasonally, he would get some requests like that but it wasn’t the norm for him.
maybe he shouldn’t overthink it. master ooba had said the woman’s name was adina feldt. the last name made him inwardly flinch, just a bit. but. old wounds could be frozen over. it was a popular last time (he had checked, once, Before) and the description of the woman was tall, red hed, wearing a noticeably hat and had glasses. his instructions were to meet ms. adina feldt at the zinnia train station and escort her on her travels. the instructions were vague on where they were going or why she needed an escort but lyon was sure he’d find out.
he wore a freshly ironed cape, it was new and he was excited to wear it. sometimes, it was the little things. he was early to the meeting time but he liked to be early so he can scope the places out. zinnia train station was nice and orderly, just the way he liked things and his eyes scanned the crowd as he waited. despite being early, lyon did not have to wait too long and he felt a rush of fondness for this stranger. it was always nice to meet a fellow “on time is late” kind of person. he walked more out into the crowd, towards who he really hoped was his charge. if it wasn’t —he will want to sink into the ground.
“ms. adina feldt?” he asked as he approached the woman. lyon mustered his best smile. “i’m lyon vastia, but i’m sure you know.”











