to me because they have some problem with me, or my attire, my speech, my theories on spellblending... I am sorry that I snapped at you. You have a snappy personality. But just because you can dish it out doesn't mean you should take it all the time."
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"I think you snapped at the ground a little more than me. I've heard much worse.
Her thoughts grow a little foggier as time passes. "And... I suppose I've never minded a little snap, if it's well-placed, for good reason. I'm no Celestial, certainly, I have moments I deserve it, even if I argue."
He heard the name whispered, then his jaw shut with an audible click.
The guard comes back up a little, but not [against] him. She's not unaware of her failings; she doubts she can broach the matter she thinks he's stumbled into tactfully.
So, she sticks with the most bare-bones question that comes to mind.
"No, she was at the academy that I studied at. An Elf. She always had a braid. I teased her that it was too short. She was studying to be a mage, ah, working under the theory that illusion magic could be
He whispered the last word, seeing her so clearly in his eyes.