Hello once more! I'm trying to get chapter edited quicker, since there isn't too much to fix in these beginning chapters. Minor changes here, but this chapter's mostly filler regardless.

Ria nestles behind Mira as they enter the large building and stares warily at the people who stop to sedate their curiosity on the newcomer clinging to one of their best models. Her lip gets sucked between her nervous teeth as she tightens her grip on Mira's dress skirts. Her dulled hearing, Ria will never understand how humans lived so long with such bad hearing, barely picks up the clatter on designer heels on the building's shiny floor. It clatters in her skull, clat- breaking up her- clat- thoughts so that- clat- she could barely think. Ria's head viciously shakes, silver hair flailing. Nostrils flare and the residue of cleaning supplies and perfume stings her nose.

Mirajane feels her daughter's quivering shoulder under her palm. Frowning slightly in concern the mage squats and pets her cheek. She murmurs Ria's name and icy eyes flicker up at the sound.

"You okay, Kit?"

Ria nods, nuzzling into the hand still holding her face, "Just- noises… And smells." The child pauses, taking a breath from her mouth. Her muscles loosen as Mira wraps an arm around her body, drawing her to her torso and blocks out the foreign stimulations.

"Ears?"

Ria can feel the frowning eyes as she murmurs an answer into the woman's collar, "No stare…"

Mirajane stands once more once the young demon stops shivering under her touch.

"Hey, Mira! Thanks for filling in for us. And this I'm guessing your new daughter is the bulge in your dress?" A woman asked as she tossed her wavy dark blue hair over her shoulder and gives a refulgent smile.

"Ria, this is my make up artist, Aria. Say hi," Mira commands and feels the kitsune shuffle out from behind her. "And stop hiding them."

"Hiding what…" Aria trails off when magic envelopes into a confined mass around the child's head and her hands raise to her mouth when the ears burst from their magical cocoons. Her eyes trail over them as the ears droop in her silence before jerking back up when she squeals. "She's so cute Mira! Those eyes and the ears and tail! She'll give you trouble with boys when she's older for sure."

Aria moves forward for a closer look only for a pitchy growl to break the sound of her clattering heels. The woman jerks back as her eyes clash with slitted pupils. She watches as Mirajane tightens her hold around the child's waist to pull her up to her hip. Watches as the popular model whispers in her ear and plants a soft kiss on Ria's cheek despite the fanged scowl thrown across it.

"You're okay," Mira whispers into her daughter's ear. "She won't hurt you- I won't let anyone hurt you. Okay?"

Aria's eyes are wide in her amazement as the girl's mouth relaxes into an embarrassed pout as Ria's cheeks flare red. The make-up artist smiles when she is given a grumbled apology.

"My Ria's adorable for sure," Mira diverts and pinches the reddening, pouty cheeks. Ria droops her eyes into a blank, fed-up stare that narrows her eyes and slackens her jaw. The model smiles at the expression and quickly begins to pivot- sending both herself and the pouting kitsune into a whirling spin.

"Hey!" Ria shouts over the giggles of the two women and the chuckles of other onlookers.

"Oh, this shoot is going to be fun!" Aria exclaims with a clap of her hands. "Alright ladies, to make up."

Asvoria clings to her mother as they are shuffled into a room. The icy eyes wince at the bright lights as they are pushed into the space and buries her face into Mira's shoulder. She grasps at the air as she is pulled away from Mira by two pairs of hands. A panicked yelp releases from her throat and the crackle of her curse sounds as the silver mana accumulates in the air.

"Girls, please don't do that! She's anxious as it is," Mira hurries out frantically as she takes the child back into her arms. "Shh, Ria it's okay. See this is my stylist Kiera and this is her little sister Charlotte. They're going to help us with the shoot, okay Sweetie?"

Ria nods and mutters an apology. The two sisters accept it with a smile and take a step back to allow Ria passage to her chair. She scrambles into the chair and the white-haired model smiles as she takes a seat beside her. Mira pats the child's head before bringing her hands to her lap. Ria's face scrunches as she pulls her ears and tail back into her body to make the hair stylist's job easier. Her hands glow momentarily as a cube forms from the plasma before breaking apart, leaving a puzzle cube behind. Her brows furrow as she twists the pieces, a small tongue pokes out as she tries to solve the device. Mira casts questioning eyes on her but doesn't say anything and turns her face upwards so that the mascara can be applied.

The mage's blue eyes flicker over to her daughter as Charlotte moves to weave Ria's hair. The younger sister is gentle, taking care to softly manipulate the strands and reduce any tugging. Mira notices the tightened grip Ria has on her game cube and how her muscles flinch when Charlotte's fingers brush against the girl's neck. The stylist's eyes glance down at the movement and she subtly retreats her touch to the edges of Ria's hair, avoiding as much contact s possible. Mira casts Charlotte a thankful look, one she's sure Ria notices as the child seems to restrain her reaction as the woman twists her hair. It causes the model to half-smile, appreciating Ria's efforts.

"Hey Mirajane, what do you think?" Charlotte asks as she swivels the chair around to reveal the small braid she had wrapped around the side of her hair. A small black brooch studded with rhinestones shaped like a sakura flower pinned the braid to the center so that the free strands flowed down the rest of her head.

The model clasps her hands and nods her approval. The kitsune drops her puzzle and grasps onto the seat's handles as she is twirled back towards the vanity and squints her eyes to prevent the powder from being puffed on her face from entering her eyes. The particles find their way up her nose and the child twitches as they tickle her airways. The two make up artist working on her back away and chuckle at the small sneeze that makes her hair poof out.

"She's cute for sure," One muses as she fingers through the outfit options and analyzes the fabric in comparison to the newest additions eyes and hair color.

"Beautiful girl Mira," The other compliments as she packs away her supplies, the child's skin unblemished and of a natural beauty that require little fixing past covering the diminishing signs of malnutrition and the small scratches Ria acquired by either scratching too hard and just being in a guild that had flying projectiles as a daily safety hazard. Despite Mira's best efforts, the girl had been clogged in the head a few times. The professional model has her minor touches finished and changes into the dress she was assigned. The stylist tightens the corset and a glance to her side shows her daughter stepping into a pink sundress.

"Ria, sweet, spin for me," Mira asks as the kitsune uses her magic to create a tail hole in her dress.

The girl raises an eyebrow at the request before doing as told and twirling around on the floor. Mira grins in excitement and grabs Ria's hand as Aria opens the door to the studio. The icy eyes wander to the white room, a large white screen sat in one corner and a green one in the opposite corner. Large umbrella like things border both screens and industrial sized lacrima cameras are being adjusted. A comforting hand rubs the child's ears as they pad onto the white floor before the white screen.

"Okay Mira, work your magic and look cute!" The photographer commands as he flits behind his camera.

"Alright, Ria. This isn't hard- trust me; we'll make it a game, okay? How would Asuka greet Bisca and Alzack when they get home?"

The ears flutter and the tail sweeps the floor before she tackles Mira's legs in a hug. She nuzzles into the arms that wrap around her and a flash of red pierces through her closed eyelids. Her eyes stare inquisitively at Mira for the next question, head tilting to the side curiously. The model turns her back towards the child, takes a few steps away, and looks over her shoulder.

"Thunder Legion ambushing Laxus."

The platinum skids forward slightly as a new weight settles onto her back and Mira smiles at the girl clinging to her back. Ria mimics, flashing her own pearly whites as the camera clicks behind her. The take over mage furrows her brows in confusion when Ria slides off her back and starts jumping to opposite sides of the mother.

"What are you doing?" She asks as she reaches out to grab Ria, only for the kitsune to twirl out of the way last minute. "Ria!"

More sparks of light illuminate the room as Mira chases the girl around the small area. Ria giggles as she is caught and swung in the air. The editor nods his approval as the pictures form on the screen of the lacrima powered computer. His entourage nods in agreement as more photos flood the screen.

"Aw," One female goes as a picture of the model pressing a kiss to the kitsune's cheek, the child attempting to pull away with a ticklish squeal, pops into space beside the uploading images.

"Keep this one," The editor says as one of his assistants sends the image of Mira holding the girl in the air.

"This issue is going to be the coolest!" Jason yells as he enters the room. He glances at the images before turning his attention to the models. "You two are doing great; looking beautiful!"

A dozen flashes later, Ria's ears twitch at the sudden noise of the charging lacrima and she turns into Mira as the low murmur of talk starts to escalate into a bothersome buzz. Her tail bristles as the flashes light up the room. She looks up when Mira rubs a hand over the girl's back.

"Alright everyone; we're taking a break. Ria's getting overwhelmed."

The inhabitants sigh as they disperse from their stations. Some mutter complaints that flow through the ear and find themselves in the girl's fox ears. Said ears twitch before flattening. Ria stands from the sitting position she had been in as Mira had been holding her in front of her on the ground for the last pose and bows apologetically.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry for causing trouble."

"It's fine, Cutie. Trust me, there are models that do far worse than ask for a break on their first session," Aria walks over to the girl and winks at her. The woman leans down to whisper in Ria's ear. "They're all just grumpy and jealous that they're not as adorable as you." The bluenette stands and yells out to the interns, "Can I get two waters here please?"

Mira breaks the seal of the water bottle before handing it to Ria. The small fingers grasp the glass bottle and carefully brings it to her mouth, mindful not to spill the liquid onto the designer outfit that she had just swapped with the dress she was wearing previously. Mira hands her empty bottle back to an intern and squats to Ria's three-foot height frame.

"You're doing great Sweetie! We're going to do the green screen next with some props and then we can go home alright?"

Ria nods and watches in awe as magic lacrima are placed on the ground. Beams shoot from them as they materialize an image, the hologram (a tree at the moment) solidifies. The kitsune gently places her bottle onto a table before darting out to press against the hologram. She tilts her head as magic pushes back against her palms. She zooms back over to Mira and pulls at the hem of her dress gently.

"It's like my magic!" Ria chirps.

"I guess it is. Although, it's still just a hologram that needs constant magic from the lacrima. If you made a tree it'd probably stay a tree unless you changed it." Mira informs as she takes Ria's hand and they position themselves in a hide and seek position.

"Mhm… when I create something it always needs energy to stay, but it depends on what it is."

The two are shoved into the room for a costume change before they are set up for the next scene. The background is a beach and the staff blink in surprise as her magic breaks away to reveal a bright pink conch shell as they stand in the illusionary sand.

"Hey, how many do we have?" The editor asks.

"Um, fiftyish," A man at a screen answers.

"Alright. That's plenty. Alright, you two. That's a wrap for today. You were amazing as always Mirajane, and you Ria, we hope to see you again."

"Thank you, sir," Mira calls out as she stretches to remove the sore joints in her body from holding poses.

"Let's get you guys cleaned up. You know where to get your pay," Aria states as she escorts them back to the dressing room to remove the outfits.

Ria fumbles into her original clothes and grabs Mira's, outstretched palm. She waves goodbye to the girls talking in the corner and they call out their own farewells.

"Hey, Aria. Can you have the ones they won't use sent to me?"

"You got it, Mira. See you two some other time."

Mira got her ice cream for a job well done. The cone is handed to the child by the mother before she turns back to the vendor to get one for herself. Her tongue wraps around the soft solid and her eyes dart upward as the take over mage is handed a tower of ice cream. Ria's head begins to throb just imagining the brain freeze that could accompany such a large ice cream cone as the icy blue eyes widen in disbelief. Mira's own blue eyes dart her way and crinkle around the corners as she smiles.

"Want to try one of my flavors, Sweet? Let's see, we have cookie dough, salted caramel, and moose tracks."

The kitsune sniffs the food carefully before taking a bite of each one. Her face puckers in distaste with the salted caramel, but the other two seem to pass inspection. The model chuckles at the face and places a kiss on the unsuspecting child's forehead.

"You did so well today Ria! I'm proud of you," Mira praises as she grabs her free hand and steers her back in the direction of the guild.

"I did? That good. Nervous," The silver-haired mage admits through a mouth full of vanilla ice cream.

"You probably could've just tilted your head at the camera and it would've been a hit."

The kitsune hmms to make some sort of response. Her eyes trail to the street and the surrounding inhabitants when a familiar perfume wafts into her nostrils. She tugs lightly on Mira's hand and motions to the mass to the right. The platinum blonde furrows her brows before she catches sight of the fairy mage and her team.

"Ever," Ria calls out, although the creamy substance filling her mouth made it sound like 'Eva'.

The brunette halts and turns, the three males surrounding her stumbling in their walking to compensate. Evergreen smiles and kneels to pat the head of the child that ran up to greet her.

"Hey, Ria. How are you, hun? We just got back from a mission."

"You beat up bad guys?" Ria asks as she shields her ice cream from the nosy totem spirits looking to knock it from her hands. "Back off!"

"You got that right, Half Pint. Beat their asses into next week," Bickslow grins as he dodges the fan propelling towards his head.

"Try to restrain your tongue around Asvoria," Freed sighs as he bows to the child when he is waved to.

"What you doing out of the guild Mira?" Laxus huffs out as he leans down to be able to see Mira's eyes.

"We had a photoshoot for Sorcerer Weekly. Of course, my Ria was perfect!" Mira gushes; the ice cream cone in her hand the only thing preventing her from tackling the girl in a hug.

"That's our girl," Ever chirps in pride. She pulls a handkerchief from the abyss of her travel bag to wipe the sticky smudge off the cheeks that had finally gotten some healthy chub to them after three weeks of constant meals.

"Are you guys staying for the cherry blossoms tomorrow?" Mira asks as she finishes off her ice cream cone. She confiscates the napkin that had been wrapped around Ria's cone before the kitsune tore it to pieces and tossed the garbage into a nearby trash can.

"Of course Mirajane," Freed answers. "We trust that you will be busy tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Mira sighs and kneels to play with Ria's locks. She looks up, "And since I'm busy running the celebration, I was wondering if you guys would watch my Ria. I want her to have fun and not just huddle around me. 'Kay, my little Kit? I want you to have fun and not wait for me to finish my shift."

The silver fox ears droop at the thought of socializing with the craziness that was Fairy Tail. Entertaining to watch, but overwhelming to be in the epicenter of. Ever wraps a reassuring arm around the girl and smiles at Mira.

"Don't worry, Mira. I'll make sure she doesn't end up accepting any drinks from Cana or hit in the head with a beer mug."

"I'm not looking after your kid," Laxus grumbled as he leans over the shorter woman, a scowl plastered on his face.

"Of course not Laxus. As if you could ever take care of my little kit. I'm sure Ever and Freed have it covered," Mira answers with a sugar sweet voice, lips curling mischievously behind her ice cream cone.

Ria looks up at her, ignoring the dribble of ice cream down her hand, mind boggled on why Mira would question the mountain of muscle before them. She turns to stare at the 'thunder god' with even wider eyes when he retaliates, huddling into Mira's dress.

"I could take care of your brat better than any of the other idiots in the guild," The lightning mage grinds out.

"I find that hard to believe Laxus."

"Don't insult our Laxus! He can take care of Asvoria!" Freed defends.

Evergreen wisely remains silent, unsure if she should go as far as to claim Laxus a person to be around children. Her fan unfurls and she blocks her expression behind its fabric.

"I'll show you, Demon. Your kid's going to worship me by the end of the day tomorrow."

"Whatever you say Laa-xus," Mira drawls out his name and giggles at the glare she's given. "Come on, my little Ria. Back to the guild we go." She singsongs as she grabs the child's hand to dray her away; kitsune staring up at her with mortified eyes.

Changes: Added some more characterization to Ria- right now she's okay with Mira touching her, but she doesn't trust almost anyone else.