Plot Ideas, Writing Prompts, Character Building: What can I write?

Prompt part 2

Similar to the previous chapter, this is the beginning of a story that I never ended up continuing. I think this was related to the last extract, was based off of it, but I can't exactly remember.

Alix was pissed.
It wasn't that he had to play bodyguard to a rich girl, nor that his uniform itched. It wasn't even that he had to impersonate a statue and all his limbs had fallen asleep. No, what bothered him the most was the sweat trickling down his neck and back that he couldn't wipe away due to the aforementioned pre-death riggermorris.
His charge flitted from dress to dressing the shop, the munchkin lenx she had on a delicate chain trailing behind her. (For an explanation and definition on a lenx, see the end of the chapter.) The little creature's white and black spotted tail swished from side to side, and had its attention fixed on a length of cloth dangling from a shelf. Alix half hoped the furball of a cat would leap for it, if only to disrupt the boredom of an afternoon watching someone shop.The blazing sun and oppressive heat did the day no favors, but the excursion was not a total nightmare. Alix got an excuse to stare at a pretty girl all day.
Azur Barin-Khasi was the daughter of obscenely wealthy aristocrat Beckham Barin and heiress Maely Khaki, a retired but rarely out-matched model. Azur had inherited her mother's looks and father's coloring, making her a straight-nosed, blue-eyed, nicely curved, auburn-haired beauty.
Said beauty was fingering a silky moss green scarf while a hopeful clerk looked on.
"If you like the scarf, raya," the clerk said, using the proper adress for a person of Azur's standing, "I can fetch matching gloves, if you wish to try them on."
Azur tensed. Alix noted the reaction with a certain degree of curiosity, but only a certain degree because he was so bored he could feel his braincells dying one by one for lack of stimulation.
"Hum. No," Azur said airily. Alix could tell her tone was forced. "I think the red and gold shawl will be all. I have a pair of gloves already that will match."
The streets were crowded, hot, loud. The smells of cooking meat, fish, and borkil filled the air of Caiyen's largest market. Speaking of which, he was hungry, and some flakey borkil still hot from the fire sounded very good.
Shifting Azur's packaged purchases under one arm, he took a coin from his pocket. He caught a kid's eye and within seconds the money was replaced by the fried pastry.
It didn't take him long to finish the borkil. Scanning for threats was something he did virtually on autopilot, subconsciously even, so he found himself bored again.The temporary berievement granted by the snack was very short-lived.

That's it. I might eventually take this and the previous part down if I figure out a continued plot to them. Anyway, a few explanations:
A lenx is, in fur patterns, much like a snow leopard. It has the same ears as a lynx, with little tufts at the tips. Their eyes are gold or green, and those bred for battle are the size of a pony. The domesticated ones are about the size of a normal lynx. They all have the temperament of a dog, being very trainable and sociable.
The reason Azur wears gloves if because of the magically-inflicted scars on her hands. Magic is not exactly illegal, but it is feared. Not to mention everyone who can do magic is long, long, long dead, after having been killed in a Spanish inquisition type genocide led by a Church that died out a decade later. Azur's magic is that of healing, and the extract from the previous story part I suppose must happen after the events here. But every time she uses her healing ability her hands get a new scar, pain in return for healing. To do something the magic user has to pay the opposite, a pyrokinetic's core temperature would plumet if they use their magic, an animal whisper will not understand human speech for an amount of time proportionate to the time spent speaking to an animal, etc.
Hope this was helpful!!!