Snippet #1683037

Bianca began some long spiel that Ferma wasn’t really paying much attention to, having already disregarded the importance of the midget-mage. That is, until a few key words caught her ears, Clerven whirling to face the mage with startling speed, once more getting up in her face.

“Haha, what? Seriously - I’d say your ignorance was cute, but it’s really just sad more than anything else. Let’s get a few things straight, Bibi.” Bringing her hand around in front of her, Ferma begin listing off her reasons, raising a finger on each point. “For one, you are NOT cuter then me and for two, I may be your ‘guide’ but we are NOT on the same team.” Ferma moved her hands on her hips, looking condescendingly down on ‘Bibi’. Even though she was bent to accommodate Bianca’s height (despite not being too much taller herself), there was no doubt she was asserting what she believed to be her superiority. 'Bibi' was just another excuse to practically be calling her 'baby' with an accent.

"It's a dog eat dog world, I honestly don't think you have the stuff to make it in this business if you're trying to get all cute and apologise." Correcting her stoop, Ferma straightened up, smirking.

“Although I do appreciate your apology. It's accepted, so I’m to-tal-ly fiiine…” She paused, closing her eyes as if settling to say no more before slyly grinning and peeking at Bianca with one eye. “But I can’t say the same about you. You've got some growing to do, washboard.” Ferma giggled, but covered her mouth, mocking that it was an accidental slip up.

“Oops, so sorry Bibi, I didn’t mean that.” She chuckled some more, thinking to herself. ”By which I mean, you won't be growing anything, because you’re a totally wussy little baby. No doubt you’ll go crying back home soon enough.” Continuing to think insults to herself, it seemed Ferma was capable of behaving… Somewhat. It was kinda hard to tell if you could call it that, but at least she didn't say everything out loud.