"OOo pretty" Lily giggled and manipulated it in her hands watching the light reflect off the yellow metal.
"Have a nice day..." Luceria waved, and looked over Lily's shoulder. "What do you have there..?" With a gasp, she popped her head out the door. "Thank you!"
"Can we keep it?" Lily smiled, innocently. It didn't dawn on her that would essentially be stealing from the woman that was kind enough to allow them to sell to her.
"No give it to miss smith. Like a good girl...and I'll buy you a new dress..." She didn't have the money to, but she'd find a way.
Miss Smith came out hugging Lily. "This is three months pay!" In the end it resulted in a raise, and the hiring of Lily for her amazing power of cuteness.
(Insert time jump just for me I suppose) Later than evening after work, she treated Lily to supper, bought her a new dress, and sent her home...to a place she wasn't wanted. Right when she walked in, her father was screaming at her for this and that. Truelly pure nonsense like not putting her shoes all the way under the bed and what not. Luceria witnessed all of it.
A fire burned in her heart, her eyes narrowed, Lily wept. "That's enough! Stop treating her like a useless spec of dust!" Wind burst into the house.
She had no control over that, a pure fluke of her powers. "I..I mean... just leave her alone." Luceria threw her pay for the day on the table, hoping he'd take it and go to the pub and drown himself in booze giving Lily a night of peace.
"I don't need your charity!" He threw it back at her, hard... hitting her in the face. Lily ran at her father, pounding on his side. He threw her across the room.
Picking up Luceria by the neck. "This is my house, this is my daughter. If you ever show your face around here, I'll have you killed..." She threw her on the floor outside.
Her irises started glowing, the wind pickd up, and there was pressure in his chest. "The wicked will be punished...."
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