Tracks || Juvion & Keiara
Juvion squinted down at the note, written in Loriente’s hand. Keiara, Animal Magician. No last name, that usually indicated an orphan. He’d never heard of her, but she was probably a decent tracker if she had Animal magic, and it wasn’t unusual for Juvion to run protection detail. She probably wasn’t that strong defensively, Animal Magicians got pretty space-y from what he’d heard. The powers-that-be could be assured that Juvion could handle most combat situations on his own, so he’d worked with Yellow, Blue, and White Magicians before.
Grabbing his “undercover” jacket (read: cheap) from his sleeping pallet, he headed out to find his assigned partner. He hadn’t been in Neas the last time, when people were getting the shit scared out of them. A morbid curiosity made him wonder what he terror would have seen. He didn’t, as a rule, spend that much time being scared. The forest had cleared out of weirdness, but not before it killed off a bunch of helpless children. Juvion got why the civilians were angry, he didn’t blame them for thier reaction—he did think it was moronic that they were taking it out on the Demonlands. But ignorance breeds hatred, and the Demons were used to everyone seeing them as the bad guys, any and all evidence to the contrary.
The morning was just beginning to burn the frost off the trees as Juvion searched their camp, looking for a Magician he’d never met before, so they could go try and locate likely places that the rebel leaders would be and take them out before their poison lies spread too far, incited more chaos. He showed the paper to another Mancer, who looked just as sleepy as he was, and the guy helpfully gestured towards a stand of trees. He didn’t see Keiara, anywhere. Practice, then? Find the Magician before you find the leaders… seems like overkill. But he’d always been wicked at hide and seek, and hoped—scratch that—knew it wouldn’t take him long.