Bare feet made no noise upon the dirt ground as the strange haired female moved swiftly towards her home. A small white fabric bag was thrown over her shoulder with a plain brown rope tying it closed and she walked with her head held high, tough she was given another false lead. Despite coming back from her little quest nearly unharmed (her clothes were dirty and a few bruises and scratches littered her pale creamy skin) a rage similar to a dragons boiling fire unraveled within the girl.
Sera soon reached her home, not only two blocks from her Guild, when he starting scanning the herds of people for her target. On lookers watched the red head wearily. Her temper was getting the best of her, and with each step she took the paved ground beneath her feet simmered and steam rose up, someone was going to meet the dragon daughters rage today, and everyone near by didn't with to be a part of it. Once her target was in sight, in the market place at his fish stand, Sera started towards him. The crowd split for her n the account that steam was raising from her skin that was turning pink like the after math of a sun burn.
Yukio Kimura, a scrawny man with black slimy hair and pale ashy skin. The man had his back turned from Sera, that was his first mistake. She stopped her bag to the ground with a thump, the man turned, he didn't have time to process what happened next. Sera slammed the man into the wooden stand behind him, both her fists steaming and bunching up the fabric of his shirt. Slowly,she lifted the man from the ground.
"Kusotare," She seethed, "You set me up!" Sera shirked and shaking the paling man, her hands close to bursting into flames. Everyone in the market area stopped to watch, knowing the fury of a Fairy Tail Guild member if provoked. The man struggled helplessly as Sera clenched her teeth so hard on lookers could hear them grinding together.
"If you ever send me into a trap again," Her hair cast a shadow over her eyes, making them seemingly glow red like the embers of a fire. "I will castrate you." She puffed out steam from her nose, simmering the mans skin until he had a mild burn, and then she released him. Sera turned without another word, lifted her bag from the ground, and headed home. The imprints of her feet had been burned into the ground where she was standing, and the mans shirt where she had held onto him was burnt slightly and crispy.
"Idiot," She tisked under her breath.
Aina wondered sightly around the guilds pub, watching as the few early risers of the guild shifted into their daily actions. Aina sighed to herself, wishing more of her friends were early risers like herself. The pink haired girl tilted her head to the side and pretend to be in deep though for about thirty minuets. A sudden thought seemed to awaken the pinket.
"Baa-Chan~!" Aina called in her soft child like voice before throwing her small form at the elder mage and wrapping her arms around the woman in a possessive hug. "Baa-Chan~! Baa-Can~! Can you guess what day it is, Baa-Nee-Chan??" The young child called out in a sing song voice as she hng off her her beloved Guild Master. Out of everyone in the guild, apart from Sera, Anaida was the one person Aina adored the most. Despite the nickname that the other woman loathes, Aina used it out of a show of affection, like a cat killing a bird and leaving t for it's master on the front step.
"Today is the day Sera-Nee-Chan comes back! Aren't you happy Baa-Chan?!" The girl gave the older woman one more affectionate squeeze before dancing away to fawn over other guild members and joy about her friend returning from a month long journey. She danced around the room chanting in an almost tribal manner 'Sera-Nee-Chan' over and over again, until the large doors to the guild reticence swung open and a red head stepped in. She fire haired girl smartly side stepped the pink haired girls enthusiastic hug and swiftly went to greet Anaida and explain how her lead had been flase and an ambush.