Zincarla shifted uncomfortably, enthralled by the blonde freckled woman before her. Nita Fortune was smaller than her, ever so slightly, which made her smaller than most women in general. Yet, she seemed to take up so much more space than Zincarla had. She had the energy and radiance to fill the whole guild hall opening, even making the structure seem small in comparison. In prison, Zincarla met plenty of people, outspoken, shy, dangerous people. No matter who, people looked out for themselves first and foremost and could be loners, especially when authorities were around. Nobody in prison wanted to stick out, like a nail that would surely get pounded back down into place. This mage was just something else, fascinating Zincarla, like a brand new taste or smell.
As much as she was drawn in and charmed, she still needed to work to keep her distance. With great effort, Zincarla held back, revealing only a dramatic change in posture. She was suddenly much more at ease, the tension in her body and her arrow-straight back, dissolving away with Nita's laughter and presence. Zincarla couldn't help but at least let slip a broad grin in reply- if the woman was a prankster, Zin would surely get along well with her.
"I daresay we might become rivals, if you're not careful, Nita," Zincarla chuckled, wagging a finger at her. "I don't lose to other pranksters, see?" The grin fell from her face when Nita continued to explain her position in the guild. Her magenta eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in shock. This little live-wire had palpable magical power, sure, but they had her running as an Ace of the guild!? She always imagined Aces as elite mages with long robes and staves, ample collections of books and massive expensive desks stacked with paperwork. Granted, she had never actually met or seen an Ace, but Nita didn't strike her as the paper-pushing type. Her open mouth transformed back into a pleasant smile as she considered how much she might be an amusing pain for the Guild Master to handle.
"I thought punching you wasn't appropriate, given our different greeting," Zincarla tried to explain away the absence of a punch as Lucia's calm voice told her in not so many words that it wasn't something she really needed to be worried about. Her haphazard explanation was interrupted by the arrival of another new face: a dark stranger with 3 eyes, assuredly a teenage youngster by his appearance, tried to enter and slip back out with embarrassment. A punch for him also seemed out of the question as Nita jumped into the role of host once more. The witch rubbed her temple with one hand, thinking, This guild is really full of some wild characters.
She gave a sidelong glance at Lucia, letting Nita toy with the boy who was clearly called Khadim. The attention was off her for a nice moment, letting her breathe back out and try to remind herself of why she came. She analyzed Lucia, standing softly to the side, unobtrusive in nature. Zincarla could feel the increased power radiating from this blonde, having certainly expected that she was more likely to be the Ace in this trio. With so much power, Zincarla had to wonder why she wasn't more intimidating or expressive. She certainly had earned and deserved whatever space she decided to take up. Thoughts for another time perhaps, Zincarla tucked them away in her mind and returned attention to the poor teenager.
"Khadim, is it? I'm new. Zincarla Kekkanshi," she introduced, finally getting a real proper introduction correct. Nita had been chattering on, demanding he stay, calling herself a stalker and Zincarla let out a little laugh again, grateful the attention was on the boy and not her. And just as she thought it, Nita Fortune turned herself back towards Zincarla and questioned why she was interested in joining.
She had no doubt the trio of mages would all be curious and listen to her lengthy story, but her original plan of declaring who she was, being upfront with her past, slipped to the wayside now. She liked these people more than she expected she would, had somehow formed the start of an emotional bond in minutes instead of weeks. She opened her mouth, closed it again, and sighed. This was the turning point: honesty, dishonesty, and how bad did she really want to be here? She clenched her fists, annoyed with her hesitation and spoke quickly and in a single breath. Her voice was full of declarative tone, but her eyes filled with fear as to what they would do to her when they knew.
"I am seeking redemption for my crimes and hoping to increase my power and serve the people of Fiore with that power, Nita Ma'am." With the words ringing in her head, she blushed. The Ma'am was a relic of her prison past, and it felt very strange to apply the polite professional term to the chaotic and delightful Ace before her. She put her hands behind her, still tight in fists and full of nerves, but she kept her magenta gaze on Nita's face. A look so that Nita would know her integrity, her genuine desire, despite the hidden lie within her words. She didn't dare look at the other two mages who surely bore a look of disgust at her admission.
"If.. if you need to know more, I prefer to speak of it in private, though please," She uttered in a small voice, adding on extra words that were likely not needed.