Phoenix Wing - Minerva Fairchild

Finding a guild of Magi had never been a problem for her, usually they would advertise for new recruits or experienced magi to fill their ranks; and while she was of the latter than the former, Minerva hadn't ever found a place that fit her tastes. That was until she found one merely by coincidence. Walking down the cobblestone street that caused her boots to sharply click with every impact, she found herself standing in front of the structure. Hesitation first marked her as her palm fell flat to rest against the door before casually pushing it in to reveal the people within.

She made not a noise as the other three talked, the only noise she initially made was that of a crinkling of a newspaper ad into a ball before lightly tossing it into a distant waste bin with relative ease. Rather, she quietly stood and watched, with her hand resting upon the hilt of Caladbolg as one of them, talking to a younger girl, insisted that she must know of his [I]fame[/I] or something of the sort. A winged creature no less as finally, the A-Ranked magus made herself known as she cleared her throat.

"Best of luck indeed..." she spoke quietly, but such words carried credible distinction; as if they were coming from someone of noble blood. Slowly, her eyes first settled on Riye, Maddox, and then finally Lazarus before she finally took a step into the room from her leaning post that was the door frame. "On your first job, anyway. My name is Minerva Fairchild, and I am a Magus of rather ordinary sort." 

Perhaps her last words were a lie, perhaps not. It was never wise to reveal one's entire hand to strangers on a whim. Even so, however, she would not hide much else. "I am an A-Ranked magus looking for a guild," brushing a strand of radiant strawberry blonde away from her eyes, she affixed her gaze on the three. "Might you have room for me?"