[Her eyes widen in wonder, at least for a moment. Yotsuyu would easily call herself jaded, but not enough to find a modicum of delight in pretty butterflies. Not that it lasts, as yellow eyes narrow and she leans past Eleanor to stare daggers at Professor Loshakle.]
I doubt the old coot would trouble himself to help anyone, either. At least, none of us. I have heard the rumors that he cares little for Sundered.
[She purses her lips, then.] Should we keep trying and failing, or make plans to leave this particular class as soon as we're allowed?
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[Her eyes widen in wonder, at least for a moment. Yotsuyu would easily call herself jaded, but not enough to find a modicum of delight in pretty butterflies. Not that it lasts, as yellow eyes narrow and she leans past Eleanor to stare daggers at Professor Loshakle.]
I doubt the old coot would trouble himself to help anyone, either. At least, none of us. I have heard the rumors that he cares little for Sundered.
[She purses her lips, then.] Should we keep trying and failing, or make plans to leave this particular class as soon as we're allowed?