Snippet #1690401

Bianca nearly burst out at Artea’s first comment. Neil calling her a toddler? Clearly no one had any respect for her if that was the case. She was furious at how poorly they all treated a noble girl such as herself! However, as if Artea read her mind, she leaned forward and promised to dole out sufficient punishment. Satisfied, she continued on with her conversation.

Of course, as their little conversation went on and on, even though Artea tried to tell Bianca that she was justified in joining, and about her trust in Artur’s decision, all Bianca could really think about was how much she was still treating her like a child. If she really believed Artur made the right decision, why was she treating her like this! It was so unfair. She hated being belittled like this. She felt she had every right to be here, just like everyone else. Of course, the magical girl kept these thoughts to herself, keeping her fuming anger under control as they spoke.

The entire conversation went to shambles for Bianca when she was told to have patience. Patience? She didn’t have time for patience. Was patience going to keep Ferma from teasing her about her lack of cleavage? Heck no! That girl was going to go to town on her for the duration of their trip, and there was nothing she could do about it. She sighed, looking down at the ground. It seemed her conversation with Artea had only served to make her momentarily unhappy.

”You’re a mage, maybe there is a spell that will allow them to grow.” Artea gave Bianca a wink, but the girl put on her best pouty face, crossing her arms and looking away.

“Just because everyone thinks I’m a toddler doesn’t mean I was actually born yesterday,” she said snidely. It seemed the treatment she had been getting from both Ferma and Artea was starting to get to her, even if Artea only meant well. “I know well and good that there’s no such spell, especially not for Lux. Maybe under one of the other elements, but not mine." She looked down, grabbing what little chest she had. "I guess I’m just stuck this way, having to...listen...to...” Before she could finish, she noticed that the thief had already started to walk away, as if she didn’t hear a word Bianca said.

“Hmph. Figures...” She stated, giving the group a cold stare momentarily at her spot away from the group. Deciding she was done with conversation with anyone for the moment, considering how incredibly well her talks had gone lately, she slowly sauntered over closer to the group, plopping herself down somewhat nearby. While waiting for the word to head out, she took her staff and started carving little figures and shapes into the dirt, her boredom clearly outweighing anything else in her mind. She sighed as she drew another one of the runes from her old textbook in the clay beneath their feet.

“I hope things get better...and more interesting...” She muttered to herself.