Sera should have known Mia well enough to guess what was going to happen with that ball, but she didn't. She did not at all. And while she startled a little and looked up in awe as the ball went flying, the words "it's called fetch" had her absolutely losing her shit. She took off after Mia, but found it hard to keep up for a moment given running and laughing were not the best combination.
Finally she got herself under control and caught back.... wait, it shouldn't have been that easy to catch up? Mia had slowed down, and Sera soon saw why. Oh no, a pack of hot girls. A few of them looked to be breaking out the coolers for cold beers, too, and one was asking for-- Oh no. Sera looked between Mia and the direction of their goal. As much as it was tempting to pull her along, tell her come on Casanova, she did suppose that... "Give me his sign-up," she sighed. "It only takes one of us to turn this in, just remember you owe me."
At first, Mia started to protest, insisting she should finish the quest, too. But the sound of a cold beer cracking open hit her ears, and the girl in need of help called out, "Anyone?" So Mia was pretty quickly convinced and handed the papers over. Sera rolled her eyes, but told herself there was technically someone in need of assistance here, so it was only polite to let one of them help, hehe. "Be ready to head back to Mr. Holiday when I pass back by," she called as she sped off.
Sera darted across the sand as the sun sank lower, dodging more beachgoers of all shapes and sizes and ages as she went. She hopped over an old man napping, and apologized to his startled wife as she zoomed by.
"You, with the pink hair!" someone called her attention, and she hesitantly slowed in case it was important. The speaker, a man with a large camera, asked, "That's a Blue Pegasus tattoo, right? Do you have a minute to be a model for a small piece in Guilds and Gossip?" Sera froze a moment. It was hardly Sorcerer Weekly-- an almost trashy little piece by comparison-- but any publicity was good publicity and it could be a stepping stone to better modeling gigs if the article caught some attention.
Sera groaned under her breath. "I don't, I'm on a time sensitive job right now. Sorry!" And with that, she was off again, thinking to herself, she SO owes me.
Finally, Sera panted up to the desk just as the man was packing up for the day. "WAIT!" she called.
"Mm? Sorry miss, just closed."
No! Sera couldn't fail at this. "Please, sir. It's my first Guild quest to get this to you on time." She bit her lip, then leaned in, clasping her hands together in a begging gesture that 'happened' to emphasize her boobs. "I'd do anything not to fail at my very first outing."
The man's eyes couldn't help but shift toward her chest a moment, though he quickly looked away. "Eh, I guess I'm right here. Just.. don't tell anyone I took it a minute late okay?"
Sera squeed with delight and handed over the paper before clapping her hands together. "Thank you so much, sir!" And with that, she ran back to find Mia.
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WC: 608 + 643 = 1251 / 1000