Today was her break day and she did not want to do any errands or paperwork. If that stupid fashion designer were to call for her, she would just ignore or even burn the sinner that dare tried to deliver the message. Okay, maybe she would not burn people here given she did not want to lose her promotion but she would think it. She would envision peeling every ounce of sin from the poor pitiful soul as her flames flicker and ripped apart the body like a swarm of ants over a wad of honey. It would be complete bliss for the poor soul. To be able to feel Illumin’s love right before you leave this world. Tempris could only sigh before falling into a cycle of giggles and grins.
Then a large shadow severed the girl’s loving connection with her god. Tempris frowned while opening her eyes. Her eyes first fell onto a boot and a cast. Her eyes moved up and saw black slacks. A gold belt tied the pants to the slim waste and swallowed the bottom of a white collared shirt. White, no silver buttons held the piece of clothing together till it opened up revealing a the head of a man with pearls pierced into his eyebrow.
“Mister~ I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”
“Seated Knight Ashflare. Your childish reputation for playing games still suits you.”
“Oh…” Tempris closed her eyes and turned away from the man, “Child? That’s two strikes Mister~ Now I really don’t like you.”
“And my clients don’t enjoy a twelve year old beating them in these tournament.”
“Oh… That sounds really embarrassing,” She chuckled, “Must be some weak people. Maybe they should pray to Illumin for more strength.”