The Naive and the Narcissistic [Private/Lamya Recruitment]

It wasn't particularly a cold day and yet it wasn't particularly hot. It was the temperature that was right in the middle where sometimes it was too hot and sometimes it was too cold. In the streets of the Rose Garden the young celestial mage wandered through the streets alone. Well only alone to those who looked upon her. She wasn't alone. Not anymore at least. With her keys jingling at her side the girl almost glided through the streets. It was beautiful. It was different from the last time that she had come here and the time before that, both times making an impression on her life. Master nii-chan and Sasha. Lamya couldn't help but feel bad though. She couldn't remember master nii-chan's name or what he looked like other than he stood his ground like a king. Still in her own thoughts the young purple haired woman had managed to find her way to the park where she sat down on one of the many swings. Her train of thought wandering from a past acquaintance to the kids in the park. How she loved children. They were so free and reckless, how she wished she could have been when she was younger.

The girl had long closed her eyes as she swung on the swings enjoying the sun on her face and the giggles of the small persons in the park. Upon opening her eyes once again Lamya prepared to jump off her swing. Launching herself high into the air the celestial mage did a graceful flip in the air before coming down and sticking the landing. She had gotten so much better and so much stronger in the last year that her abilities were almost not even recognizable. She smiled at the kids who had gathered around her legs and picked up on who had made the motion of wanting up. Carrying the small child on her hip she continued to talk to the other kids. She had found out that they were orphans here on a field trip so that they could get some fresh air and extend their legs. A sweet smile appeared on her face as she looked back at the child in her arms and gave him an eskimo kiss. They were all so innocent. But the time came that the children had to take their leave. She had put down the younger boy whom she had been holding in her arms so that he could travel back with his group but as she watched him take a couple steps she was surprised as he suddenly turned around and ran back to her hugging her legs before running off again.

Her happiness did not last long as the boy moved to fun around a corner but a taller man too came around and they had bumped into each other. With a sharp gasp the girl raced to the boy to check if he was okay. But she stilled in her tracks as the person whom the boy had ran into began to bite sharp words at the young boy. Something red hot flashed within her as she stomped over to the boy and the man scooping the boy up into her arms and making a low growl at the stranger. But Lamya could no help but feel as though she had seen that stranger before. Brushing it off the purple haired girl looked at the boy in her arms her eyes fading from their dangerous points into a that of loving an caring. She looked him over before sighing he was only scratched. No broken bones or blood. Her eyes sharpening and darting back to the man she glared daggers at him. "Who do you think you are? The kid accidentally ran into you, don't you think that you are at fault then too?"

Lamya could not help but stumble as the man brushed past her. She clung to the child holding him close to her chest attempting to keep him from getting injured. She hissed and cringed as her back hit a tree harshly, making scratch marks across her back, but she showed none of it as she smiled back at the child who was still in her arms. Safe. She had saved him. With a sigh she caressed the cheek of the child."You're okay. Safe. But can you promise me to watch here you are playing next time. I wouldn't want you to get hurt okay?" Lamya smiled as the little boy in her arms nodded at her a faint smile on his face. Smiling proudly at the boy she put him down and placed her hands on her keys, they had been worried about her. "I'm fine. merely a scratch." She could only reassure the keys at her side before removing her hand and finally peeling her body away from the tree. Her back stung with the scratches and the celestial mage grit her teeth.

Finally pulling away from the tree she gently slid her hand up the back of her shirt feeling the scratches. Upon the simplest touch the girl hissed again. They were deep. Focusing on her injuries the young woman hadn't noticed that the man whom had caused her injuries had stopped. His voice rang through the air and the purple haired young woman spanned her eyes to look over at him, flashing red before going back to normal. She needed to control it. She couldn't let the children know. "That isn't any of your business Master." The words came from her lips in one fluid motion. She didn't know why she had called him master but it seemed right upon her lips. Lamya reached back again, cringing at the scratches as she opened her palm and Honey hopped out onto her palm. She placed him on her shoulder before reaching back again loosening her bun and pulling it out, her purple hair falling past her shoulders in smooth waves. The mage's hair didn't say down for long as she moved to put it back up and as she did so her keys came into view. They clinked against her hip shining in the sun as her shirt had been pulled up exposing them along with several inches of pale flawless skin. Her hair easily maneuvered back into her bun before she looked back at the golden hair man. "Besides, why would a high "Master" like you want to know the name of some servant like me?" Once again came up the idea of servants and masters.