[Spat out there with more than a bit of vitriol, but she shakes her head and scowls a little, though it's self-directed more than anything.]
Your theory? [That earns the girl an arched brow. Not that Yotsuyu couldn't sympathize, what with her own well-laid plans going so awry. But her lips twist when Eleanor mentions her father, and she practically drops her wand on her book. Though that is, admittedly, safer when one is showing a fit of pique.]
Those sound like something either the Eorzean machinists or the Garleans might use. And the man who called himself my father had no use for such things. Or for a child who he had no grand plans for.
[That's growled, though the anger, again, is expressed more at the past than at the present. Yotsuyu reaches for the wand again, clasping it in a white-knuckled hand, and pauses.]
I think I shall need a moment. I cannot imagine it being wise to cast a spell whilst one is angry.
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[Spat out there with more than a bit of vitriol, but she shakes her head and scowls a little, though it's self-directed more than anything.]
Your theory? [That earns the girl an arched brow. Not that Yotsuyu couldn't sympathize, what with her own well-laid plans going so awry. But her lips twist when Eleanor mentions her father, and she practically drops her wand on her book. Though that is, admittedly, safer when one is showing a fit of pique.]
Those sound like something either the Eorzean machinists or the Garleans might use. And the man who called himself my father had no use for such things. Or for a child who he had no grand plans for.
[That's growled, though the anger, again, is expressed more at the past than at the present. Yotsuyu reaches for the wand again, clasping it in a white-knuckled hand, and pauses.]
I think I shall need a moment. I cannot imagine it being wise to cast a spell whilst one is angry.