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A bit shocked that someone in this group would approach her at all, especially considering how they’d been treating her and what seemed to be her current mood, Bianca took a bit to respond, looking up at where the voice came from. To her surprise, it was Nick who had decided to prod the young mage and ask for her thoughts. She looked back down at her feet and continued walking.

“No, it’s not that,” She said after a time, sighing afterwards. “It’s just that the more I stick around, the more these people make me feel like I don’t belong here. That I’m too young and too naïve. I mean, just look at the way Ferma treated me, not to mention most everyone else. Even Artea treated me that way. I thought of anyone, she would understand.” She stopped her tirade for a moment, remembering that Artea did understand. After all, she said she could relate to wanting to run away like Bianca did. She began to backpedal. “Er, I-I mean, she did understand where I was coming from, but she still treated me like I was a step below her, a little kid...”

The little girl took another deep, heavy breath. “I left my parents’ house and the city of Lor hoping for a grand adventure and excitement, thinking I would easily be able to fit in with all the rest of the intrepid adventurers out here. I read all the books about big adventures, and I thought I was acting with that same confident air that they all did. But...I guess I’m just going to have to accept that I’m still just a little kid, and will always be treated as such.” She paused for a moment, then added, “Well, at least until these grow.” She prodded her chest rather comically. “Stupid patience and time...”

It took the magical girl a while before she actually responded to the second part of Nick’s talk to her, choosing to ponder over her thoughts for a moment instead. She shook her head vigourously before answering fully.

“My apologies. You didn’t come here to see a small textwall hear me talk up a blue streak like that. None of this is important to you anyways. You just wanted me to ask you a question, right?” She giggled and smiled at him, then put a finger to her chin and looked up and to the left in thought.

“Umm...well, I guess I can reciprocate the same question to you. You just joined this group, so how do you feel about all these people? Right now, I think they’re all being spooty spoot heads. Especially that Ferma girl. She’s so mean to me...” Such a simple question, but in truth, Nick had already answered most of her questions before. That, being, why he liked to burn people, why he joined the Red Wolves, how he learned all of what he learned, and what he used to do before he came here. She was tempted to ask a few other questions, but felt it was best saved for later. Or just rather rude to ask at all. She might’ve been a little pretty princess, but she at least had some manners. Somewhat.