It had caught her attention as soon as she'd entered town; this strange silvery substance dotting the ground and trailing further into Ace of Spades. Despite the dust being smooth to touch, it felt heavy on her fingertips as she inspected it from a closer angle, making the demoness wonder what it was that had caused or lost the silver substance… and why it smelt so strange. Although the trail hinted a scent of something dully sweet, riddled with the scent of a forest after rainfall, there was a disturbing third scent mixed underneath it that bothered her; the demoness was quite sure it originated from the silvery substance but couldn't quite put her finger on what it was exactly.
So what more was there to do but to tail the scent and find out who it belonged to? Aside from them probably being a new face in town, Kenna couldn’t help but wonder what mystery accompanied the symphony of scents she’d just perceived. Safe to say, her curiosity had gotten the better of herself. And all who knew her well were aware of her urge to uncover anything that had piqued her interest. Today was no different. The trail she followed did not seem rushed as she went; if she had to compare it to something it’d be a dense fog forged into a single, thick line she could easily follow. If this person had been rushing, the line would’ve been smaller, or in the worst case, interrupted at regular intervals. However, that was not the case. So she just followed through the streets, slowly but steadily until she reached a particular spot where the scent was more profound, about a few dozen meters away from a small group of playing children. There was a faint scent of blood present, and glass scattered across the road. About to put two and two together she extended her hand above the glass remnants and let her magic flow. Controlling it to remain above the glass alone, the air started vibrating until the broken glass shattered back into a puddle of sand.
She could smell blood, but did not see anyone injured nearby. Not wanting to risk anyone else getting cut by it, rendering it nul by returning it to its sand-like state was the best course of action. Kicking the pile to scatter it, Kenna went on ahead and smiled at the group of children as she passed, waving back as they greeted her. ”Say kids, did someone pass by here not too long ago? Someone new?” she asked softly, and was met with furious nods as the children started chattering loudly. The seemed excited and more than willing to tell her, yet it took them a few to calm down enough to become comprehensible. ”There was this pretty lady with pink hair and sparkly wings, like in the fairy tales!” A girl exclaimed, visibly swooning over the memory. ”Yeah! They even healed Jimmy’s knee when he tripped over a bottle!” Another boy added just as eagerly. Kenna nodded and gave them a smile. ”Wow, that must’ve been quite the strong lady too then, don’t you think?” The synchronized nodding and squeals filled the Sabertooth guildmaster with happiness. ”Now, I do hope you said ‘thank you’ to the nice lady for helping Jimmy. Did you?” Kenna had to suppress a chuckle as some of the children’s faces realised they’d forgotten something, while the others nodded sagely that they’d done so.
The boy next to her looked at her with a troubled gaze, and Kenna ruffled his hair in return. ”No worries Jackson, I’ll go thank her in your place, what do you think of that?” The demoness smiled sweetly, and the boy nodded quietly, rummaged in one of his pockets and pulled out a clear, see-through rock. ”Do you, uh… can you give this to the pretty lady, Miss Kenna?” The kid mumbled, blushing madly. How cute. ”I’ll tell her this was a present from you. But I better go and find her before she leaves then, shouldn’t I?” A small nudge was all it took for Jackson to look up again, smiling brightly. ”Yeah!”
”Alright then, I’ll be off. You kids be careful when playing out here, okay? And if you find bottles or glass, stay away from them, you got that?” Kenna warned them, putting Jackson’s present for the pretty lady in her pocket for safe-keeping. Once she was far enough, the guildmaster decided to pick up the pace a bit more, if only to close the distance. But it seemed that there was no need for that after all. Not much later Kenna stumbled upon a most familiar red-head, Sarah, and the pretty pink-haired lady the children had mentioned earlier, both immersed in conversation.
"That should counteract whatever's still in your system. Still, I'd like you to come by the guild hall and get checked out. I'm sure Kenna would love to meet you."
Hearing her name, Kenna quickly drew closer, having found her cue to join the conversation. ”Not to be rude or anything, Sarah, but that might be a rather dangerous thing to do, despite the probably kind gesture it’s supposed to be. You got a rather potent poison running through your veins, my dear…” Kenna smiled, trying to ignore the tingling sensation in her nose. ”But you called, so here I am.” She then turned to address the newcomer, who’s face bore resemblance to Aurora’s last guildmaster. Her eyes brightened as she recognised Luna from the pictures in the archives Sabertooth dedicated to other guilds, and she made a small bow towards Luna. Seeing how her and Sarah were interacting, there was little chance that this woman wasn’t Luna Mira. ”But Sarah is right on that regard, it’s better to get yourself checked up again, and I’d gladly invite you into our halls to do so.” Kenna extended her hand. ”Kenna Terrynhain, Sabertooth’s current acting guildmaster, pleased to make your acquaintance.”