Akira had come across a piece of information that was too hard to pass up. There was a shipment of exotic animals to be auctioned off to nobles as some kind of trophy, a show of money. Also, there was supposed to be fine horses, and beasts of burden. While she was curious to see what they were selling, she also felt a level of alarm and concern for the safety of the creatures.

Wearing a rather simple robe-like two toned dress with tapered sleeves, the delicate gold embroidery around her collar and sleeves suggested nobility, perhaps she could be allowed in? Akira had her white toy fox clutched in one hand, hard to just leaving it behind. With an air of confidence, she strode up to the large building it was to take place at. A guard towered over her, arms folded, and a stern glower plastered on his face. ”No children.”

There was no room to argue. He turned down every excuse she could think to throw at him. Mommy and Daddy are there. No children. They’re expecting me to join. No children. They work for the queen, you’ll be in trouble. No children. Defeated, Akira hung her head and turned to walk back down the street. Not two steps from the corner of the building, Akira heard a rather sad sound. Glancing back at the guard, Akira darted down the alley. At the end, there was a locked door.

Akira pointed a finger at the lock. ”Open says me.,” she whispered. This time, when she tried the handle, it opened as if it had never been locked. She slipped inside, eyes wide with amazement. There were cages everywhere! Each one filled with a different animal. That sound came again, drawing her attention to a specific cage. Inside were several pixies. One was in the corner, wings appearing to be mangled and back bleeding, the others looked quite panicked.

Instant were her soothing sounds as she attempted to calm them. ”Akira can help… Shh, now. Open says me.” Once more, she pointed at the lock on the cage, and it snapped open. Akira opened the door, reached in cautiously, still continuing her soothing sounds. When the small pixie was scooped up, the door was shut. The child sat down, looking down at the injured pixie. A small trail of water lifted from a barrel nearby, becoming a small bubble around Akira’s finger.

Gently, she put the watery finger against the wings. Her hand began to glow as the wounds began to mend, the wings straightening. When the spell was complete, Akira let the water fall on the ground. The pixie spread her wings and experimented with light fluttering. Excited, the pixie began to fly around Akira’s head, causing the child to giggle, pleased with her work.

The mid morning sun warmed the clean air of Adeluna. The throngs of individual citizens had already begun marching around the particular shopping district that Serci was visiting. While Serci was the mother's champion, he was also an Adelunaian noble, a fact he was starting to forget. This particular day, Serci choose to shy away from the duties and responsibilities that he possessed in Eylisa. Angela, through their shared bond, was in an easy mood, even despite Serci's absence. Taking the chance for a day to his self, he left the temple and decided to focus on his life as an Adelunain citizen. His feet merged into the crowd with ease as he made his way towards a certain auction. Exotic animals were a commodity in higher establishments. A show of money and connections was a demonstration of power, after all. Serci had no intentions of participating, as his life as champion kept him too busy for an animal, but there was no harm in attending to shake hands and continue the relationships his mother and father made. 

Or so he thought. An aura hung in the corner of his vision as shook hands with various nobles. A sense of power so thick, it caused the hairs on his arm to stand up. The presence was only more prominent as he stepped foot into the auction building. The auction hall was alive the buzz of hundreds conversations bleeding into one incoherent mess, yet small murmus of a child swam through his pale ears. Distracted completely, Serci excused his self from a crowd of supporters of his family to search for this unknown anomaly. In truth, sweat began to from on the back of his neck. What sort of being could be so powerful to un-nerve Serci. Brushing a strand of long, golden, silky smooth hair away from his eyes, he headed towards a side exit. Navigating the cobblestone alleys, concentrating on the imaginary pull to lead him, Serci felt his stomach churn as the being let loose a spell. 

Following a sixth sense, Serci came to a door that was ajar. Inside, the magical aura that disturbed him crashed into him like waves. Whatever was inside was a powerful creature beyond comprehension. Whether it was not yet unlocked potential or magical prowess to a powerful degree, Serci stepped inside with caution, keeping close to walls and shadows until his jaw dropped slack. Up ahead was a fox eared small child, a trail of water in the air flowing from a barrel to her finger. Serci watched silently as the child, no more than seven years old began to heal a small pixie. Serci smiled, observing the child soothe the frightened pixie and awestruck as the pixie wings straitned and glowed with a healing magic. A small, silent chortle escaped him as he watched the small child laugh and play with the healed fairy. 

Serci stood amazed, a powerful aura surrounded this small, seemingly innocent child. Was she even aware of her own power? Where were her parents? Serci recalled the auction to be child free. Did she sneak in? All worries aside, Serci thought it best to watch over the child. There were plenty that would take advantage of the child's power. Serci emerged from the the shadows and appeared infront of the door. A warm smile was painted on his feminine face as he cleared his throat. The child seemed alarmed, but luckily for him, Serci was great with children. He walked forward, kneeling infront of the fox eared child. As he spoke, he used a warm and gentle tone as he met the child's golden eyes with his own. "Hello, little one." He said calmly, a friendly smile on his face. He ducked his head as the happy pixie flew around the room. A soft chuckle escaped his mouth as he parted his ladylike lips. "Magic of that talent is difficult, even for me sometimes. Do you like to help those in need often?" He asked curiously. He nodded his head to the side, his blonde hair trailing his face. "Tell me, little one. Where are your parents?"

Distracted as she was with the pixie, Akira did not miss the darkening of the sunlight from the door. All giggles ceased when she spied someone standing in front of the locked entrance. The child stood, frantically trying to determine if fleeing was wise. A warm smile was on the woman's features, but that could sometimes be a trap. Akira knew better than trust on appearance alone.

The stranger knelt before the young kitsune, blue eyes meeting her frightened golden ones. A wave of familiar scents washed over her, a sense of power radiated from within. Akira's alarm and fright melted to confusion, which only deepend when the stranger spoke. What Akira could hear did not match what she could see. It was the voice of a man, yet not deep at all.

While she did hear the questions, Akira answered with one of her own. "Why you no sound girl?" Despite possibly looking as some noble rank, her common was still very broken. "And why you smell of Angela? She not your wife?" The pixie suddenly hovered between them, landing in Akira's hands when they were lifted for the creature. "Akira don't like hear pain, so Akira make pain go away."

Slowly, her gaze returned to the feminine blues. "Because you smell like Angela, Akira tell you. Daddy follow sound of chaos. Mommy is with Angela. But Akira has two new mommies. One in Sularia, but I don't know Celeste is. They mercenary." A smile spread across her lips as she held the pixie up higher to the gender mixed stranger. "Pixie says she like you, because you good trap. What that mean?"