"Why a musical hair stick?"
"I thought I'd give you a nice entertainment option. Of course, I'm not pressing you to leave your guild-"
"Your mother is."
With an unladylike snort, Elua er Goltbred flicked her shoulder length hair with the back of her fingers and began to stroll off. Leaving the scout to decide whether to follow or continue training with the new gear of hers. For now, she followed… as it wouldn't take long to stroll for a bit and then return later.
"...As much as we are alike in eyes and certain behaviors, I am not her. If I really wanted you there in her Guild despite your choices, believe me, you would end up there while thinking it was your decision in the first place."
"The scary part of that is I can't tell whether you are telling me this to manipulate me into thinking you are manipulating me or not."
