"I'm headed out," Fazzi said, passing by Valente as she walked down the hallway. Only mentioning it since she was passing by the avian, also knowing he'd bug her about what she was up to.
"My, so hasty my dear friend. Why don't I tag along?" Valente asked, catching up to Fazzi and walking alongside her. "After all, you hardly take a break, and I'm sure even you have limits despite your talents. Besides, I'm sure whatever you're doing will be fun." The avian schedule was cleared at the moment.
"I doubt it. I have to visit mother today." Fazzi never so much as turned to face Valente, though was sure what his reaction was. "What is it she always yapps on about? Something about coldest ice and hot fire?" The sheep honestly never listened.
"I believe it was the coldest ice can burn more than the hottest flame. A somewhat true statement to some degree since ice doesn't burn away whatever it touches." Valente was well away Fazzi's mother can be a bit... much when it came to fire users. "Well, give her my best wishes," the avian said, finally letting the sheep walk away.
"Doubt she'll accept it, though I'll think about bringing it up," Fazzi said before teleporting away. The sheep now walking on a path surrounded by a large wheat field. In the distance a large town could be seen with a large wooden wall surrounding it as she made her way to it.
Fazzi soon enough began walking up to the gate, easily getting the attention of the guards at the door who simply used their magic to open it and letting her walk in. It was a peaceful town with various people out and about. Guards patrolling, people talking, and even kids playing.
It wouldn't take long before anyone in Fazzi's way swiftly moved, letting her pass freely through the town before resuming the various activities. The large sheep only stopping as a ball came across her path. She leaned down, picking it up before spinning it on her hoof a bit followed by rolling it out of the way and resumed her walking.
After walking through the town Fazzi soon reached a house which resides at the middle of it, walking up and entering said out. The sheep would remove her hat, placing it on a rack. It was noticeably cold, obvious by the fact she could see her own breath.
Fazzi made her way through the house, passing various empty rooms as the only sound was her hoofs walking upon the wooden floors. Soon enough the sheep was in front of a large iron door, pushing it open without much effort. She now stood in a large room empty room, save for a smaller sheep who sat crisscross in front of a floor table. She too wore a heavy blue coat.
"You're late." The other spoke up, her voice on the deeper end, though also a bit soft. "Sit," she said, motioning to the other side of the table.
Fazzi would simply walk over, sitting crisscross in the spot the other directed. The sheep then looked down at the table, seeing two bowls, two spoons, and a large pot of soup in the middle of the table. "Smells like chilled beet carrot soup. I assume it's cold?" She asked, now looking at the other.
"Were you expecting anything else? Our bloodline has developed the most powerful ice and frost techniques since separating from the Gods. Cold foods are tradition as are our techniques." She'd then use her magic to fill both bowls. "Eat," the smaller sheep said, picking up her bowl and spoon, taking a sip the soup.
Fazzi did the same, yet seemingly disliked the taste of it. "Could do with some seasoning." The sheep almost forgot how bland the family recipes were. Supposed she had grown accustomed to the various food stands and restaurants in Eggton.
"The recipes haven't changed for generations. If you wished for something with seasoning, then perhaps you should've shown up on time and made your addition to the family recipes." Seemed there was a bit of tension.
Fazzi didn't say anything, continuing to drink the soup spoon full by spoon full. The two would do this in silence until both finished their bowls, setting them down and resting the spoon inside.
"Report," the smaller sheep said, waving her hand as everything on the table disappeared.
"Nothing out of the usual in regard to my normal tasks. Keeping the gangs in order, opossums in line, and following Chicadino's commands. As for new information, Queen Kit's portal system is up for travel between new worlds, and everything is now in order. Going to scope out some new ones soon." Fazzi kept it brief like normal.
"I see," the small sheep said, seeming to take a moment to think. "What are your thoughts of the other worlds you've been to? Any notable threats to Chicadino's plans?" She asked, wondering how Fazzi would answer.
"Most are harmless if you ask me. Some might have problems, though Chicadino has already begun making moves to prevent issues. Namely some a few Mobian's I've heard of who could cause annoyances, though I'm confident in my skills to deal with them." Fazzi had only agreed to assist the Darling Family with checking out worlds to get information ahead of others.
"Good, I didn't allow Chicadino to put you in school at Eggton and assist with developing your skillset for him to break his promises. After all, you're the first of our bloodline to be born with a Lucky Star which required some outside training."
"Yes, I'm aware mother. Though Chicadino doesn't make empty promises, that I can assure you. He's one who can be followed and worthy of loyalty." Who better to say than someone who's worked with him for years by this point. "I still detest his employment of opossums, yet he's made use of them."
"Ah, I see. Well, how others in their country conduct business with opossums is of no concern to me. Just keep them in line. Anything else to report?"
"Nothing worth note or that would be cause for concern." Fazzi then seem to be thinking for a moment, something that caught her mother's attention. "Valente sends his best wishes."
"If I recall correctly you were forbidden from mentioning the fire user to me. Do remember that next time before speaking such useless information. Anything else?"
"...No mother, that is all," Fazzi said, seeming to want to push the topic yet she bit her tongue. "Anything else?"
"No, you're dismissed," she said, shooing her away with a hand as she stood up and exited the room though another door on the opposite of the room.
Fazzi would leave just as swiftly, teleporting the second the iron door closed. The sheep now back in Eggton and in the food market. She wasted little time in find a nice soup shop and ordering the hottest and spiciest soup they had.
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