It had been a long day. What started as an expedition to post up recruitment flyers for the Company had turned into one of Maria's infamous 'adventures' without the girl in question even realizing what was going on.
The Boss had gone off to cover the town in paper, and Maria had volunteered to fly around the outskirts on her Wyvern, Domino, to distribute to a wider area than he could cover on foot. Thus, with a sheaf of paper under each arm, and the leather reins in her hands, she took off towards the farmer's fields in the distance. About three minutes into the journey, however, she relaxed her arms, and the high-speed winds had taken away every last piece of paper. Maria managed to grab a large quantity out of the air with some deft flying, but every time she came close to one that had landed on the ground, the downbursts of air from Domino's wings blew it somewhere else entirely. By the time all was said and done, what was once twenty valuable recruitment flyers became fifteen.
Taking one of the strings that tied her hair back, she tied all of the papers together so they would no longer fly away, and finally set forth once more toward her destination. The next mishap came when she didn't notice the large crowd of people gathered near her landing zone. People who had only rarely seen a wyvern rider, and to whom dragons were grand threats borne from legends. Terrifying creatures, that they had been raised to believe would snatch up bad children and eat them on the spot. With a smile on her face, she dismounted gleefully and approached the crowd of terrified farmers, smiths, and other civilians. Children screamed and ran, and the able-bodied adults grabbed their families and took off toward their houses. Oblivious to all this, Maria approached one of the remaining old ladies, who looked as though she was about to keel over in fear, and after a brief explanation, the woman exclaimed that she would take 'Three of the damned things, just take that monster and begone from here!' Twelve flyers remained.
Her next stop was a fringe market on the edge of town. Being more careful to land outside anybody's comfort zone, she carried the fliers through the stalls and people, pinning them to any lightposts or walls that seemed handy at the time. Half an hour later, she was satisfied, and decided to head back, but after turning around, she panicked. Where was she all of a sudden? Where had she come from? Maria was well and truly lost. A kindly gentleman offered his assistance and thought that he might just follow the trail of paper back to her starting point, but after passing two of the things, there weren't any more to be found. Instead, a few large armed guards awaited them. Apparently it was illegal to post bills in that particular market, and it was considered vandalism. Maria apologized profusely, and they seemed to accept that she hadn't known. For some reason, the guards didn't accept when she offered them a recruitment flyer for their troubles. Four flyers remained.
Maria was eager to set off for her next round, but it seemed her time was up. Somewhere along the line, the time had flown by, and it was time to head back to camp.
"I think today was a good day, don't you, D?"
The crimson-scaled wyvern snorted. Obviously there were too many things wrong with that sentence, and she still didn't like being called 'D'. Maria insisted it was a cute pet name, but it had not yet stuck for the beast herself.
By the time Maria got back to camp and stabled Domino, she could just make out the figure of Aventus rising up over the hill. Not that it mattered that she noticed him, as he was yelling the moment he became visible anyway.
"Hiiiiiiiya Boooooosssssss!!!" she yelled back towards him, waving her arms in the air. Unfortunately, this was the last straw for the remaining flyers, they fell from her hands and into the mud below her feet. She almost caught them before they hit the ground, but her heavy armor didn't allow for that sort of mobility, and she instead lost her balance and fell into the muck herself - right on top of the last flyers. Out of twenty flyers, the result was: Five lost, Three taken by a terrified elderly farmer, Eight taken down by the town guard, and Four covered in mud under her armored rear end.