How Do You Feel? (@raventailcorona)
Jellal had set out from his allies' camp outside of Crocus early. On most days, he would have allowed himself a few more hours of sleep. Evidently, this day remained outside the scope of most days. It was, after all, the day after his attempt to bring Flare across the lines from Raven Tail to Fairy Tail. He had promised that she would find asylum there, and he had to make sure that Makarov was as good as his word implied.
That was not to say that he distrusted the guild master. As a matter of fact, it was quite the opposite. His distrust was placed at the feet of the other, more emotional guild members. He would not put it past them to try and take their 'pounds of flesh' from Raven Tail at Flare's expense. His brows creased together, as he frowned behind his garb. That couldn't happen, not on his watch.
So, Jellal made his way to the wooden structure that served as the guild's temporary base of operations. And after giving a few token greetings to those that were kicking about at such an early hour, he took up a position at the bar table. This would serve as being of easy notice to the woman he chose to see. And it would serve as a warning to those that would think to bring his charge harm.
Success on both fronts. Jellal could only wish that there were further successes like this.