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"I did not ask for a guide Mirage, I asked for directions." She barely glanced at the man who stood before her and gave her answer with in an agitated tone. She didn't want to follow some bumbling idiot who would fall to his knees in prayer at the drop of a hat, and she certainly didn't want to see another marble of that disgusting hue for some time. She pointed towards a building towards the center of this place they referred to as a capital, squinting her eyes in an attempt to make the image clearer. Before he could give any clarifications or add further to her memory of him, she spoke, this time with insults escaping her lips. "Is that where your cult leader resides? It seems suitable for one who has hoisted himself so high using a mental illness as a rope." She would not hide her feelings of superiority any more than she had done in the last city of red she passed through, and if they found issue with such a thing she would happily craft herself a new ball to play with.

She turned somewhat towards the tanned boy, someone who she assumed sold something around this area considering he was not a guard and there was no other good reason for someone to be here. Her eyes had gone unchanged since she had gotten close to this city, one of annoyance and apathy. She didn't want to feel this way, it was just hard for her to show any other form of emotion without a much more comforting atmosphere about her. Being in the capital of the people she just forced to become intimate on an atomized level, definitely didn't offer that, at least not yet.