A thin spurt of water rose slowly and messily from the giant tome as the spell was spoken from chapped lips. The water lazily rose up into the empty air and then simply stopped, falling away in large droplets. The tome shook as the mind that held it in the air began to grow frustrated before falling to the ground, landing with a loud thump and throwing up dust. A low growl of annoyance came from the same lips that had muttered the spell, an angered red head leaned down to scoop up the giant book with ease, eyes narrowed and dark with hidden confusion. The girl stood up, tucking the book under her arms as her eyes began to wander across the green landscape, taking in the scenery for later on. The town shouldn't be too far away now; her success in passing the much hotter, barren landscape a few mile backs was basically like a sign, telling her that she was half way to her destination. Her forehead was burning, probably because of her metal headpiece, and she was nearly breathless. The girl had been traveling for quite a while now, too excited to sit and rest, but she was quite sure that her legs would soon give out. A sigh was soon thrown into the air, becoming lost in the wind instantly as the girl threw her head back, staring up at the clouds with tired eyes. All her frustration from before was lost within her exhaustion, and right now she was just barely awake. Then she smelt it. Pork buns. Food. Her energy seemingly returned to her, her body straighted and began moving faster until she was face to face with the wooden gates of the city of Griffindell.
"Yes~ Finally!" she cried out, her voice laced with exhaustion. She walked through the gates, a grin planted right in her dirty face as she saw other people. Finally, civilization. She caught a few people glancing at her, obviously interested in her strange tome and outfit. Some looked excited, some actually approached her and asked to shake her hand, with which the girl replied within awkward cough and loose grip. When on particular child asked for her name, the girl froze, scratching the back of her head as she thought up an okay reply,
"I'm Flandre, the Hunter!" she answered, pumping a fist into the air, hoping she didn't sound too mean. There were a few claps and murmurs before the crowd that had gathered dispersed, obviously satisfied. Her interest in food and exhaustion was forgotten for a bit. Flandre sighed with relief and began searching the small city for the Hunter's Hall, eyebrows raised at the crude little buildings and people. One building finally caught her eye, though, an elegant building much different from the others. She approached it, pushing through another crowd of cheerfully kind and curious people. Flandre, this time a bit annoyed by the crowd, threw on a cold face, ignoring any offers or questions as she finally reached the door. In an act of self-conciseness, she brushed out her bangs with her fingers, rubbing any grime and dirt from her face while adjusting the weight of the giant book under her arm. Flandre quickly rolled her shoulders and pushed the door open, whistling at the furnished hall. This is it. Is was her way to get stronger. She listed up her fist, pumping the air excitedly,
"Hello~ Flandre Brai here!" she called out, a grin covering her face with excitement, which quickly vanished when she was hit with a dizzy spell, her stomach rumbling with the need for food.