In the end, Tayla really had no idea how she had ended up at the Centre. She'd never stepped foot in the place full of little whiners before. And yet here she was, standing in the lobby looking expectantly at the bespectacled little man behind the counter - moving even slower than molasses. She tapped her fingernails onto the counter, her other hand moving to hook a strand of hair behind her ear. She could hear the sounds of giggling and yelling in the door behind the desk clerk. A heart-warming sound. Though Tayla wasn't won over that easily. She just wanted to look at the little ones. Wanted to weigh her options. She long ago vowed never to bring a child into this world - due to the war going on. But... these children... they had nowhere else to go. Their parents were gone - whether off fighting in the war or embracing the great Un Tayla did not know. She did know, though, that they were not here to take care of their children. Ones who, especially in these times, needed someone to look up to.
A sigh slid through Tayla's full lips. She wasn't a babysitter, nor was she much of a people person. But maybe having a little helper in the bakery would speed up process... and there was the fact that a kid could give her something to do. Even if she ends up with a little demon. After a while of a long, impatient wait the desk clerk looked up at Tayla and she let one of her elegant eyebrows arch looking down on him - something she normally wasn't able to do seeing as the woman wasn't exactly gifted when it came to height. Then again, the man was sitting down. "Ah, Miss Zarri. Sorry for the wait... I was in the middle of reading over someone's application. We've been looking to hire," The young man runs a hand through his already graying brown hair and leads Tayla to a door where she takes the lead, eager to see the little ones that await her as she opens it. The young man laughs and watches her walk through. "Come out whenever you feel like, and if you see someone you like just go right ahead and tell me their name, it's as easy as that," He closes the door and Tayla lets a cool smile spread across her normally frowning face, dark eyes looking around at all of the little ones running around smile on their faces.
Much too smiley if you ask her. Tayla saunters forward, avoiding the kids that venture up to her as she sits down at one of the colorful little tables, crossing her legs and letting her gaze sweep through the room. Almost immediately a young boy catches her attention. He's not running around like the others. Not even in a group. He's cleaning. Once again, one of Tayla's eyebrows go up as she watches the little blond haired boy pick up a toy and place it in a bin. Her eyes widen slightly when she sees that the toys are color coded. How... interesting. The boy continues until that area of the room is clean and his little fists rest on his hips as he surveys his job. A little blue pouch hangs from his belt and wrapped around it is a cross. Tayla taps her chin before picking herself up off the table and stepping forward. "Why are you cleaning? Wouldn't you much rather play with the toys rather than put them in their bin?" She asks when she reaches the cleanly boy. He jumps, startled, and turns around to face her. His unnaturally pale blue eyes roving everywhere except for Tayla. "Um, well... I do not like... Messy," He replies his little hands wringing together. "Everyone m-makes fun of me because of it..."
Tayla laughs and leans against one of the bins, running a hand through her dark curls of hair. "You don't like messy?" Another laugh slips through her lips though it's easily cut off when she sees tears filling the boy's eyes. Instincts kick in as she kneels down onto one knee, brushing the young one's rather unruly blond hair out of his blue eyes. "Hey, hey. None of that. Crying isn't allowed when you're with me," A smile lights up her normally emotionless face as she pinches his cheek. "What's your name, hm?" The boy wipes at his blue eyes, sniffing softly. "Kale. But I d-do not know my last name,"
"Really? Well, you're name can be Kale Zarri then. Okay? My name's Tayla Zarri. And I'm not much of a mother, so how about you be my new little brother, hm? I think I'd like to have a little brother,"
A smile spreads across the pale boy's face, his eyes lighting up. "I'd l-like that..."
