Re-placement for Fun

[Queen Bright]

Well since Orph re-posted one, may as well join the club. That, and my older one, the "grade," seemed to of disappeared.
This is from the same RP, Orph had his post from. It died, but eh.

Erin wasn't exactly what you would call normal. But then again, what Imaginist was? Fueled by day dreams, and living through art. That was the life the Imaginists lived, and Erin was no exception. She lived by no limits but the end of creativity. She took joy in retreating to her inner worlds in the face of boredom, and like any mage with the gift of the Akashic, Erin absolutely loved magic!

Through magic, she could will creation to her finger tips. She could bring forth the voices in her head, and she could materialize her inner desires. But there was one thing she couldn't do. Escape reality.

"I wonder if she noticed yet..." High atop a nearby tree, a girl sat in between the many branches of greenery. A grin struck her face, with an eruption of giggles that followed. Hand on the nearest branch, keeping her balance, the girl slowly inched farther along the branch she was on, first one leg, then the other. When she was completely sure she had the right position, the girl dropped herself backwards, and hung by her legs, from the branch, surveying the scene below.

Down on the ground, a woman ran the yarded grass frantically, her voice calling out in terror. "ERIN! WHERE ARE YOU! Dammit all! where has that girl gone?!"

This just served to cause more silent laughter from the girl, Erin. As she watched this lady. She had been up there but a few minutes, and already, the hag was searching for her. It was funny, even if it was cruel. Continuing to watch the lady from her perch, Erin held out her hand, closed her eyes and envisioned the brightest red her mind could allow her; seeing it in a sphere shape, which soon took a more heart shape on the bottom, solidified, and then ripened to become the fruit she was thinking of.

Weight filled her hand, and in a split second, she was munching on the fruit, its appearance that of an apple, but its taste, not the same. It was always that way, Erin could NEVER seem to imagine the taste as well as the image. And for this reason, the hag below had held her back in her lessons. When Erin longed for the more daunting tasks of bringing weapons to life, she couldn't, for the rules brought upon her by her master.

But Erin had the last laugh in the end, if her master wanted to keep her confined in studies all day. Erin would just give her the fright of her life.

The whole town had been on frantic alert, with many mage of all kinds dying. For this reason, Erin knew the thoughts that would flood the woman's mind, as she watched her look hopelessly for the young apprentice.

Suddenly, the calls stopped and the woman's voice faded. Confused at this, Erin looked around. Her master was nowhere in sight. Where had she gone? It was much too early for her to be giving up yet. All the other times Erin had at least gotten about a half a days laughs before revealing herself. This wasn't normal.

Attempting to swing herself back up, Erin felt the branch began to crack beneath her weight. Uh-oh, Barely having a split second to react, Erin began to fall, branch and everything, right into the restraining arms of her master. Looking into the aged face of the woman that took her, Erin's grin changed into the look of knowing; Knowing she was in trouble.

"I knew if I waited, you'd be here." The middle-aged woman smirked. Her hair was in a tight bun, of auburn hair, and she wore an olive-colored gown. But the most striking thing about her, were the wrinkles. Not a very attractive, and for her age, not very becoming.

But looks apart, Erin knew she was the second most powerful Imaginist of them all. Known for her high class of perception. The woman could take such control of her thoughts, that she could image a myriad of things, and keep the focus up for an infinite amount of time. She was what all Imaginists dreamed of becoming. And this was the reason Erin had chosen to sell herself to the family.

Yes, Erin was mortal. She was born to a mortal family, and they were known for their disgust of magic. In fact, they were a bit racist when it came to magic. Her father the worse of them all. He had long ago given up his rights as an Astralists, one of the highest ones! He'd stupidly seen it as a stupid occupation, and had left his family before being able to contract. For this, his children suffered.

Because of her fathers foolish path, her and her many siblings had been forced to sell themselves to mage families in order to become higher class. As mortals they were made fun of, by the many mage children, and at once settled out to find their calling. All of her siblings had gone to different castes, But Erin had chosen the Imaginists. She had always loved art, and the beauty of what her thoughts could bring her. But it wasn't enough. If Erin wanted to stand high in society, she had to be trained by the best! And this was why she was now in the arms of a lady she hated.

All she had to do was put up with the lessons of the woman, and she would someday reap the fruits and become the highest Imaginist possible. She had the talent, the lady had said it. But she had also told Erin, she would not tolerate goofing off, and meaningless pranks. For Erin, this was her life. The two DID NOT get along.

"I know, I know. I'm in trouble, Right?" Erin stifled, her wolf-gray eyes staring up, as she tried not to look in disgust at the wrinkles. It was hard, they moved like fat folds when the lady talked. It made Erin want to puke, but she controlled herself.

"Oh, you're in for more then that!" The lady snapped. "Skipping out on a lesson. Hiding out, making me worry frantic honest to the records, hair falling-out thoughts, AND for what?! Your ridiculous little pranks!"

Erin flinched. She'd done it this time. Her master had used about 3 ways to describe her worry, in one shout. That was never a good sign. "But I practiced see!" Reaching for the apple, only to realize it wasn't there, Erin's grin quickly turned to a frown as her master looked at her with impatience. Damn! It must have fell somewhere when she had fallen. "Uh, nevermind. So how long am I grounded?"

"Until I say. I will also be tripling your lessons."
With that, the woman let Erin down to the ground, and walked off, expecting the young girl to follow; which she did.

[K2]

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