"Whew... I got this." Being a slime isn't easy. For one, air magic only goes so far before you realise you need a solid form. I struggled to lift even a few books out of my worn brown bag, only getting a flap floating before it slapped against the side of my bag. This was a bag that was hanging in my closet by the way, but I hadn't emptied it since I finished school and found a job, and I'm pretty sure this was one of the only times I'd find a use for my bag for a while. My room was seemingly tidy but still messy in some places, piles of books arranged like compressed cubes and old Zephyre artefacts floating meaninglessly around my room. Eventually, I grew tired of trying out my air powers, shifting to dark and yanking my bag out of the closet. I felt accomplished and yet awkward from forming a tentacle or whatever object out of the shadows, but I couldn't resist a grin.
Anyway, I decided to take on a more solid form so that I'd be able to hold my bag. I was normally a bubble, but before I knew it I had already melted myself into a pile of goo. I gathered some strength from the shadows in my room to transform into my new form, forming limbs and a tail. I carved out a face from the ball sitting on top of my chest, gaining fake eyes and a mouth. I had only used this form when working with real equipment rather than writing theory and having small debates. I certainly liked my form, with my parents also using drake forms considering they'd get around easily if needed.
I took my bag and emptied all the old books and Hungry Jack's wrappers out of its cavity, instead stuffing it with some... possibly illegal books and a bunch of medicines in case I got hurt. Slimes can get hurt from magic, and considering even the sun could burn me I had to bring along some things I could use in case I forgot to cast a cloud over myself. Oh, and clouds are essentially of hats, so don't feel as if I'm being a weird individual.
"So, how about that business trip, 'eh?" While looking under my bed, I heard my dad's voice and immediately shot up. He was standing in the doorway, not inclined to come into my as if he was at the edge of a dark cave. Strangely enough, he took on a drake form like myself, though he always seemed thinner and taller than me. "You reckon you'll get a promotion from this? How about extra pay?" He asked, curious about what I'd get from whatever I was doing outside of Zephyre. See, I convinced my family that I was... not looking for my uncle's residence but rather on a trip with a bunch of colleagues. Too bad he'll receive a letter within a week or so explaining I'd been made redundant from my job, something which made me hold my hands together. He seemed rather concerned for me, but he was always like that whenever I went outside. Just not all the way... down under.
"Just trying to set up some collaboration between Zephyre and Natura. Not all energy is polluting, after all." I said back to him, looking away so that I'd quickly hide some of my books in the depths of my bag. He scoffed at my lie, but only because he thought relations between Zephyre and Natura would NEVER be peaceful. I just shrugged my shoulders and lifted my bag onto my arm, preparing to leave.
"I'm quite worried about where you're going, Vermont. I didn't even know you were leaving today." My dad started to sound more anxious, as if he really didn't want me to leave. He really me to be safe, as I'll explain later.
"Business isn't predictable, sorry. I either leave now or never."
"Well, I'll tell you this, Vermont. Gaia is not a nice place. Just promise me you'll run from fights and return home safely, yes?" I nodded, but I felt as if he wanted to keep talking to me. Sure enough, he was still standing in the same spot in the doorway, wanting to raise or hand or something but instead just watching me.
"I guess...?" I couldn't help but feel awkward, shuffling my foot along the floor and leaving a trail of slime. "Dad, I'm only going to be away for a week." My dad sighed, almost moaning through his membrane. As I started walking towards the doorway to the living room, my dad moved out of the way and tried to grin at me. You see, my family before giving birth to me went on holiday in Natura. They were treated like lower-class citizens down there, and they kept telling me stories about how they were nearly mugged or poisoned down there. I didn't believe them of course, 'cause otherwise my uncle wouldn't live down there. They're just naturally scared of the open world below Zephyre and rather conservative.
"Well, as long as it's just a week then... goodbye, Vermont." I heard, stopping once in my tracks before walking again. I was heading towards downstairs where I'd get some food before leaving this house, then... well, somehow I'd get down to Gaia.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Vermont Orwell. Not exactly a show-stopping name, but nonetheless something slime ladies would smile at.
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