The Sky's The Limit

[Arle Nadja]

A sixteen year old apprentice mage really ought not to be looked at that way. She had far too much of her life ahead of her to be worried about whatever was going on there. Arle, however, was very familiar with that particular look. She'd been looked at that way many times before, usually by people she then proceeded to set on fire. She knew exactly what that look was and it made her skin crawl, usually because of the exact nature of the monsters she usually associated with it. That look usually meant someone wanted a piece of her, either figuratively or literally. While she'd always been too powerful to be taken by any of them, just knowing that they were thinking was enough to disturb her. She would miss the small village she'd called home, where everyone knew eachother and that look was never seen. For all the limitations that came with living in such a small town, it did foster a sense of community and human decency that you couldn't expect to stay a hundred percent intact in a city. Some more uncomfortable yelling later, Arle hesitantly reconsidered her options. She did kind of want to check the city out, but she was also concerned for her safety at this point. The mage seemed unsure of herself, conflicted even about her answer.

"...I guess that would be alright." Arle would relent after a moment of delay. Arle had been half-tempted to ask them to call her by a name since they arrived, and she was about ready to give in to that urge. "Are you sure I'm wanted, though? I mean, no offense, but I haven't even been here for a day and I already don't like being thought of as a 'prime'. My name is Arle, by the way." she continued, not much wanting to be a part of this whole primary and secondary grudge going around. How could they even tell that she was a prime? Was she exhuding some sort of aura..? She felt the same as she ever had, give or take a few issues, but somehow that one word had become an insult to her. It was as if she was branded the moment she got to the Omniverse with a name outside of her control that labeled her as some sort of criminal, and frankly that was no way to live.