"Chewing on a stick," came the unsolicited reply from someone seated just to the right and behind the gemstone. Her hair was a ruffled, dirty blonde and she was barely making good on the dress codes of this place, clearly not caring a great deal about her appearance. What was the point? Everyone was better looking than her, so no need to stick out.

She was just as nervous about failing at magic as Peridot was. She was awful at the wielding of power, and used to only very limited, very specific things that trash like her could do, so she was in a surly, grumpy mood. But, then again, that wasn't really anything new. So, here she was, doing her best to make a good impression by stating the blatantly obvious.