The air cooled the surroundings, people were in a good mood, going about their lives, working to continue subsisting. Speaking of work, it should be noted that it was the last day of the first week of Airys' exciting new job.
Airys increased the pace of her trot, she wanted to catch up. It was not an easy task, oh no. She took a shortcut down an alley, presuming her target would cut through the roofs to go right. She had to jump a couple of boxes, make a tight turn with the help of the corner of a wall and apologize to the man she scared. The dark-haired boy she was chasing kept far, too far. She adjusted the strap of her bag and cursed under her breath.
"Hurry, Airys!" Zamir, the boy she was following, put one foot on the outer wall of a tower, verified that his bag was securely closed, and began to climb it merely with his feet. "At this rate they will hire your dog and fairy instead of you!"
"Shut up dummy!"
Being a delivery girl was stressful.
Airys reached the mirror and saw a line of people waiting to enter. She didn't stop her feet so as not to turn off. Frowned when she saw how the boy passed little by little, and after him came his mother, and an old man who must be his grandfather...
"Arrgh!" she screamed, skipped the line and, after her hand released a tiny flash of light, she placed it on the mirror causing the young man with half his body inside to plunge inside in a breath. "Come on, come on everyone!"
None had any difficulty crossing. In the end, she too made it through the mirror without the slightest effort.
It had already been about ten days since they arrived in the city. If it weren't for the fact that Zamir went to visit Gregory to find out what had happened to the thief's accomplice, Airys was most likely still in serious financial trouble.
But her affairs did not end there.
On the other side, the hot sand street and the intense sun brought out another expression of disgust and, due to her lack of patience, she mounted next to a huge carriage drawn by elephants, to take the tourists with a better view of the city. upstairs of the second floor. Luckily they had the central area of the streets were paved with rocks to allow the circulation of this kind of transport.
She glanced curiously, didn't see any huge walls in what she traveled as a stowaway. When they made a stop, she got out so they wouldn't say anything to her and she went as fast as she could to the office to deliver her letters.
"Good thing you're here, here. Go deliver these papers to Dingars Square, you shouldn't take more than an hour." A man gave her a small closed chest along with a delivery ticket.
The place was a busy environment. They received dozens, or hundreds, of orders and letters a day, to the extent that they had long forgotten the antiquated system of having delivery men sorted by type of shipment and zones.
"S-sure" she replied in conflict with herself. "Stamp here."
The man put a stamp on the Airys delivery ticket and took out of her bag a package with about ten letters. She left there with an identical rhythm to the rest of the people. A life of monotonous emotion, rush every second to work, the worst thing is that she has not even walked through the streets of that mystical plane, she runs and runs.
"I should have taken the job as a waitress," mused, if thinking about it for half a second counts as it, and she took the shuttle down the sand hill and wasted no time.
It was a curved wooden board with a lever on the back to steer it, nothing fancy. For a business deal, she only had to show the shipping ticket and they gave her the freedom to use the table without having to pay like tourists or young people who came to have fun.
Have fun, ha.
"Later I have to continue training..." If not for how busy she was, she would undoubtedly be laughing and screaming with excitement as she received a gust of wind as she glided away. At least the heat disappeared as she went down.
In her little head, Gregory's explanations of the resonances reappeared several times in a row, because even in that department she had not advanced significantly.
"Category, color and shape..." she handed over the board at the end of the three-kilometer descent. "Natsume is so lucky, she keeps practicing without having to work"
Categories are defined by the things that a resonance can generally do. In the words of Gregory himself, the theory accepted by most scholars is that there are four:
Affect the user, affect the environment, affect a living being apart from the user or manipulate an object.
It is easy to believe that most resonances meet —or possess the ability to meet —each of the above qualities, however, referring to the category talks about what the resonance does first hand, without the user doing or commanding additional things. The "natural".
"... in the case of Natsume, the category of user is the most obvious and strong, once she enters that state she "changes". The other that makes sense to add to the list is that of manipulation, knowing this remains to ask what is it what changes in her? What does it manipulate? I would say that the second thing is the wind, but perhaps there is something else that we do not know" Gregory conjectured that afternoon after seeing better the resonance of Natsume.
Airys stopped in front of a huge wall of sand, above was the square, the path was a tedious zigzag climb. She sighed, renegade not to try too hard, so she ran to the mirror in the other direction with the children playing with a ball in an open space and touched it with tip of her finger. Back in the plane of the earth, she took a half turn and two steps beside her and estimated more or less how far she could go to take a mirror that she gave close to her destination.
And her resonance? The most sensible conclusion is that her category was to affect external beings.
But that doesn't make that much sense, scilicet, she knows that her resonance alters people and they alter her back; yeah right, what about the mirrors? Since when are they a living being?
She found it curious, frustrating, the fact that she would have such a hard time getting into the mirrors without using her left hand, the source of her resonance.
She paused in front of the mirror between a couple of clothing stores and fruit stands, while she waited for a boy to pass by with boxes full of food.
"I still don't like it." She used her hand to push her way into the mirror.
Each time, each use of her resonance reminds her of that moment when she shared that "something" with the murderer of Echsos. It is obvious that to find out about and improve her resonance she has to use it on people, but she cannot. She hardly uses it on the mirrors out of necessity and reluctantly because the chance of someone touching the mirror at the same time is high. Everything is to earn the bread.
"At least they pay a bonus after fifty weekly deliveries" she murmured when she realized that she was left in the middle of the climb, on the opposite side.
Who the hell decided the location of the mirrors?
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"Go by this address and deliver the mails."
His mistress's instructions were clear. Sandy hung the bag around his neck and Hojita sat on the wolf's head. That was the trick Airys was using to generate more income and meet her work schedule ahead of time.
Sandy walked patiently through the streets while Hojita sang a song. The streets they walked were clean, completely paved —even better than the Dingars plan —and each house had gates, iron bars, and mailboxes for receiving mail. Hojita jumped out of Sandy's head and took a look at the first of the mailboxes, went to check the bag.
She pulled out a letter with great effort and with a not so little help from Sandy placed it inside. Well-dressed children passed by, with little suits and red and blue balls. The children ran to see and greet that pair, who affectionately played tricks on them like making a child float through the air with a mini tornado or filling a child's head with sand who tried to see what was within Sandy.
One of the guards patrolling through the area stared at them.
"Pi pi pi!" Hojita waved its hands to say hello.
The guard decided not to mind them when he noticed how five of the children were hanging from Sandy laughing.
Finally, they came to a house with a peculiar gate, full of ornaments and with the figure of a beautiful woman. They left the letter and returned the way they came with laughter and tranquility.
"Dear Zul'luz,
I would love to schedule a visit, but not to talk about my future, but to help a friend who is like you "
Gregory, the Gold Guard.