Vestia was feeling pretty proud of herself for hanging up that advertisement. It only took a chair, some flat rocks, a book, and her tip-toeing to the max so she could reach the top of that bulletin board. She barely got off the chair when a rather timid figure knocked into her, causing the chair to topple, sending Vestia crashing to the ground with a barely audible thud. The alchemist sat up angrily as she spun around, and pointed her rather small finger at the nearest person she could point out as her offender.

"Who do ya think ya are, maggot?!" Vestia shouted in a voice which was so timid that it would be hard to take her seriously. "Ya think ya can just waltz your tootie-patootie in here and bump me, huh? I'll lop that stinkin' head off of your---" Vestia stopped mid-sentence as she realized that the person was... well, not a person. The person... err, humanoid? He had ears-- fox ears! His skin was pale as snow, and he looked so innocent and pure. She couldn't muster any rage to get angry at him. His eyes looked pained, as if he had endured something traumatic. Who was this child? The alchemist dropped her frown and smiled instead.

"Ya dun have to stammer, ya know?" Vestia rubbed her forehead in exasperation. "Apology accepted, kid. Say, while we're on this topic-- ya lookin' for a master or somethin'?"