Finding The Foundry

[Flamebird]

"Felicity,"

Felicity stepped into the store, trying to get herself upbeat.

"If you want to move on from the past, you need to appreciate the present."

She spent an extended period of time running her hands down clothing racks.

"Treat yourself. Have fun. Perhaps, as a General, you should start investing in your appearance more."

She stood in front of a mirror, tossing up her stringy hair, with all its tangles and blunt ends.

"It will take effort, but you must overcome the past."

She sighed, pulling a blue gem, silver necklace around her neck. She was trying. She was trying to care on her day off...

She stood in front of a food stand, musing. Corone had a food shortage! Felicity could supply herself with energy using magic. Why was she looking at the sweets here? Guilt was mixed with a fleshly desire for treats, and against her better conscious she bought a cream glazed donut.

Soon enough, Felicity Rhyolite was carrying multiple bags in each arm, the donut in one of her hands. Her hair, now waist length, was completely redone. It was no longer suffering from lack of treatment, and was now slightly curled. How long would this last? Her outfit consisted of a long fluffed sleeved, white shirt. Over it, a button up sleeveless black jerkin. She wore a simple silver necklace with an owl trinket hanging on it. Her black pants were neither baggy nor tight, and she wore new black stringed high heels. As she walked up the steps, she left her donut on the steps as she kicked her door open, hands full. Inside, she tossed the bags onto the floor, ready to pick them up whenever. Felicity felt too thick in perfume, too done up and fancy, when she still felt like garbage inside. Sure, he had a bit of fun, but the dopamine had faded in an instant. She pulled her katana, in its sheath, off the wall and hung it over her back. Might as well see if Copycat looked good with the fancy clothes. The dusty house was bland and uninteresting; mostly decorated in boxes and storage chests. Felicity passed the out of place weapons display rack, which stuck out like a sore thumb. Felicity passed the small kitchen and entered her room. In front of the smudged mirror, Felicity struggled to see herself in the dark room. Still, she twirled around in the mirror and looked herself over. Her jerkin, the backs down to knee length, slightly picked up before falling back down. "Eh."

Felicity felt like she was missing something. She had brought all the clothes and accessories she wasted money on inside, yes. What else was there? She mindlessly brushed her hair out of her face, far easier now that it was styled, and hummed to herself.

"Hmm... My donut!"

Her donut was still on the porch! With Copycat still on her back; she darted through the dull living room and out the door. No donut. Felicity gasped, before hearing a slight burp.

It was a child. Merely below the pre-teen years, the girl was shoving the last of Felicity's cream covered treat into her mouth as she casually walked away. Her blond hair bounced as the red hooded child bounced with a merry stride.

A kid? Felicity honestly wasn't angry, simply concerned. Might as well lecture her on the law and let her go.

Felicity struggled to get down the steps with high heels, but clumsily stepped down the wooden beams and extended her hand, "Hey! Kid!"

The girl turned to look at Felicity for only a moment. Her blue eyes widened as she turned and dashed off.

"Wait!" Felicity ran after her - as fast as she could. She did not want a twisted ankle.

The cold, barren streets were filled with a small amount of people; trying to stay warm under the apocalyptic clouds. They really did not pay attention as the two girls dashed down the roads, kicking up dust. For a child several years younger than Felicity, the blonde was swift. She tried swerving down alleyways and losing her through tight barrels. Unfortunately for Felicity, the high heels were doing a good job of keeping her further back. The blonde pulled her red hood up, starting to pant. Felicity, however, has tons of energy left. She hastily bent down, pulling the high heels off her feet. She looked up, watching as the girl slowed and turned to face her. With her feet free, Felicity was able to burst into a full sprint for the first time. The blonde immediately turned tail and ran.

Felicity was starting to get closer. The red cloak disappeared behind a dark, skinny backway. Felicity followed. As she turned, her foot scraped a jagged rock. A tiny cut opened, the wound bleeding. A fit of anger took Felicity, who chucked one of the shoes in her hand at the girl. With sharp reflexes, the girl jumped out of the way without even turning around, as if she didn't have the need. When she saw the solid dent the shoe left on the steel beam it hit, she looked back at the raging girl with fresh fear before slipping into a set of garbage tins.

"Stop!" Felicity stepped forward, feeling the mild sting on her foot. She dropped the other shoe on the bare dirt road, lifting her hands. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. I just want to talk."

Felicity pulled the cans back, bewildered to find that the girl was nowhere to be seen. Surely, she hadn't gotten into the cans in plain sight? Felicity then noticed a man hole in the ground, an iron cover pulled over it in haste. Felicity effortlessly pulled the cover up, revealing a ladder below.

Felicity smirked. "Gotcha."