"The magic of flight". Those words were mouthed as she read from the cover of the in-flight magazine, a cheesy slogan written underneath a travel company logo that was both uninspiring and generic. The plane was comfortable enough, though, but lacked any sort of decent luxury, at least on the coach sector. If not for her lithe body type, Faria could feel the seat to be a bit small, many other people on that plane surely suffering from  seats made two sizes too small. There was much to complain, but her mind had gone past the point of venting frustration from her overseer's lack of investment in both her and her companions well being, especially when the blonde woman knew that some other higher beings from her organization had wealth beyond her comprehension. For now, the slogan ringed in her mind, as if it was a reminder for something she needed to do.<br/><br/>Indeed, she was thinking about the practicality of flight via magical mean, and in the applications that it could be useful. She had heard in the past that classes would be given in the subject, taught by arcanists of the same organization that did not want to invest in sending her to travel in a space larger then a tuna can, with possibly the same general aroma as one. Those classes could teach her something new, even if she knew that the dream of flying freely like a bird was of utmost ridiculousness. Not only she would feel ashamed for being so foolish, but also the same organization was entirely dedicated to subvert any attempts at the more "showy" kind of magic.<br/><br/>She would need first to go through bureaucracy, tests and interviews to make her intentions clear, and most likely would be forced to learn some sort of invisibility or illusion in the process. So much head ache and red tape was a staple of the Shadow Council, the organization that kept magic and cryptozoological creatures under control and surveillance. Faria was part of that group, but such was the secrecy of the inner workings that she had no clear idea if she was a high ranking magi or an intern working for scraps of magical teachings. By the looks of how much the Council invested in her flight, the later was more probable.<br/><br/>She behaved like someone who should be respected, but that was not always the case. The myriad of different projects that there was within the council created a work environment that was nothing short of confusing. Yes, she was young for a practitioner of the arcane arts, barely 29 years on her belt, most of them learning a very specific and useful form of magic that lacked any real "oomph" to it. She was a specialist in enchantments and runeworks, learning more about the crafting and maintenance of magical items then most mages would know in a lifetime.<br/><br/>She folded the magazine neatly and placed it back into the pouch in front of her seat, possibly being the most gentle person to have handled that booklet in a while. She was not particularly organized or "by the book", just polite enough and conscious about the free time she had on her hand, being stuck on her chair for at least a few more minutes before that god awful plane landed at the destination. The boredom was unwelcoming to her, as she craved something to kill some time, taking a small chocolate bar from her pocket and unwrapping it. She held her fingers on the middle of the bar, snapping it in two halves, offering it to the "woman" at her side.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Chocolate?"</span>She asked, not even knowing if the being that she considered a partner was even awake at that point.<br/><br/>A beep called her attention, both loud and silent at the same time. The plane was mostly silent, except for the ocasional rustling of someone uncomfortable on their chair or the unmistakable audio of a page being flipped. The beep broke that peaceful silence, as the seat belt light was turned on. The flight was coming to an end, the El Dorado international airport should not be far.<br/><br/>She looked through the window that was three seats away from her, the mix of tropical jungle with a developed city was interesting to see, even if she was still iffy about being sent to that place. Both her and her partner knew of their obligations, but she wandered if the only reason that she was specifically sent to that place was that she could pass as a local. Even though she had short blonde hair, her skin was a bit darker then expected of that ancestry. She was the daughter of a Latino father and a European mother, and it showed on her exotic appearance. On her chapter of the Council, it certainly harnessed some measure of attention, but in that plane heading for Colombia, she was more discrete. Different, yet not out of place.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="202" data-username="@Seniade" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/202/">@Seniade</a>