<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Fairy_Tail_Wizard.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>Saricia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292821.msg14372676#msg14372676)<br/><strong>Time/ day</strong>Three days before the grand magic games / morning<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Melisa, Dagen, Laeran, Jessica, Open<br/><strong>Location</strong>Guild hall<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Saricia let out a startled sound, high pitched, almost a squeak, really, when Laeran's hand settled on her shoulder, though it did have the effect of knocking her out of her downward spiral, if nothing else.  Cheeks gaining a dusting of pink out of embarrassment thanks to realizing she'd been going on a bit of a rambling tangent, she otherwise listened to what he and Dagen had to say.  A part of her was touched that they felt that way about her and her efforts but another part, the ingrained, traitorous part, said they were only making excuses for her failings.  She knew this part was bad, that she needed to stop listening to it, but gods it was so hard sometimes.  She settled on taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, smiling gratefully at Melisa when she returned with a drink to help settle her nerves, taking a sip of the fruity liqour and sighing at the taste.<br/><br/>"Thank you," she said finally, looking to each of them in turn to ensure they all knew it was meant for each of them.  "I... I'm sorry, I just... I know I'm better than this, but I... well, thank you."  She took another, longer sip of the drink, eying the form in front of her once she set it down again.  She looked at Big Momma, Dagen, Rune, even sweet Melisa, and grabbed a pen.  "For the guild," she murmured, signing it and pushing the paper over to Laeran.<strong><em>And myself</em></strong>, she thought, looking to Melisa once more.  "Oh, um, thank you."  She looked at the plate in front of her, which was technically Dagen's.  "Another of these, for Dagen."  She started to eat, forcing herself not to dwell on the job that was already over and done with.  "This is technically his after all."  Not that he was really thinking about food at the moment, given he was still enjoying Momma's assests.  Jerk.