“I am not little.”
The auburn combatant grinned even harder with the comment my little sister decided to throw out along with her cute pout.
“Right little one.”
And yep, she decided to add even more fuel to the fire that is my sister. I hear to door behind the counter slam open and turn to the disturbance. My fully dressed mother now stands behind the counter and in the hall doorway. A low cut top made of leather and white cloth are what wraps the top of her body. Unconnected sleeves adorn her dainty arms, covering the fair flesh from view. Her brown hair was tied back with a simple bright yellow ribbon.
“Honestly, bridging Alexander out here. You know how many people would steal him Aldith.”
And in one fell swoop, I learned my name along with the sister holding my hand as I stand. And I note several eyes staring at my young body… though mostly from the female population of the inn. Though my attention quickly shifts to the rest of her outfit. A pastel yellow makes up her long skirt as it reacher her leatherbound shoes without noticeable heels.
“Hahahaha, Honestly we would all get into a huge brawl over him if it weren’t for the fact that he would cry about everyone fighting.”
The bulked-up lady comments from her stool at around the middle of the room causing my mother to sight with a practiced eas which suggests that it has been a conversation that happened more than a few times. My sister nods along with the statement… Oi, don’t just talk like I am the cutest thing in the world to you all! And the other women around the room all nod with an understanding face as well. I don’t think I’ll be able to recover from the embarrassment you all put me through.
“Well, what’s happening up here?”
Another person of the male verity comes right out of the behind counter room. A handsome individual he is with his short cut blond hair and green eyes. His bearded face obscures half of his face from view, though it did nothing to hide his strong jawline. His light green tunic peaks around the forest green apron that adorns his body. A pair of leather boots are fastened to his feet. A purple ribbon peeks out from the leather pants that cover his legs. At the moment he is carrying a barrel of some alcoholic beverage.
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“Eh nothing much boss.”
A young woman speaks up from the side of a table. She wheres very much the same style as my mother. Her dark orange hair is in a long braid, leaving her very much matching eyes to be open to the world. The color of her skirt is of an orange deviating more to the red.
“Now, enough with the commotion.”
She commands while walking back to the counter tray in hand. Her fiery eyes look through the room, forcing more than a few women back to their seats to continue drinking… though that did nothing for the stares that I got.
“Now, I know you are curious about everyone here… but you have to go back to your room. Boss, I’ll be on break now that Avice is up.”
She handily picks me up from my sister’s grip with barely any effort. Her slightly tanned skin tightens as her misleading bulk gets me to her shoulder.
“Now now, don’t be so hasty Millicent.”
And the young lady just glares at the warrior making her back down quickly. I watch from my perch on her shoulder, so I don’t see the intensity of her eyes. And with a few quick footsteps, she starts brings me up to the room I woke up in.
“Thanks, Mil”
My father’s voice speaks out from the counter as he places the barrel on an empty shelf. I feel the ginger lady nod silently in response to the gratitude.
“I get the feeling that you won’t be sleeping any time soon… eh, may as well show you.”
She sits me upon the bed within her rather comfy lap. She reaches up to her neck, bringing out a crystal-adorned necklace. A deep crimson fills my eyes as the light of the room glints off it. She smiles lightly at my curious eyes.
“This is what’s called an affinity crystal, it tells you if you are suitable for an element. No matter if you are proficient in the use of magical power.”
She remarks as it starts to glow brightly. Her caring eyes look down at me, paying no mind to the crystal.
“The brighter the glow, the more in tune with the element you are. I myself am extremely proficient with fire magic.”
She smirks as her right-hand moves forward and opens. A glowing runic circle appears in my vision, many intersecting lines and wording bind it together. It is a deep crimson color that has the enigmatic symbols glowing.
A length of fire burns out of the circle before dancing around the room in a lazy manner. A burning red in color flickers in the darkened room as if the rest of the fires knew of its majesty. Her smile is illuminated by the mana infused flame, creating the orange glow to her eyes.
She waved her right hand in a slight manner, turning it toward herself, and by proxy, myself. The fire suddenly rushed back from its lazy floating above the desk. It rushed around my tiny frame and twisted around her arms as if it were a serpent. I felt no heat searing from the flame, only a warmth passed my body in the places she moved the flames. She then smiles lightly.
“Welcome little one… to this world.”