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Emmy's coolness came as no surprise towards Idris and when the girl responded with curt words, Idris simply smirked, looking down at her feet as she did so to hopefully hide the expression. She did not smirk out of amusement, but rather she smirked at the normalcy of it all. Of course, she and Emmy had been close at once, but the girl had always been a spitfire and even though her ire was directed at Idris, it was refreshing. She offered the girl no other words, for she was justified in her anger. Instead, she simply remained silent as her dark eyes followed Emmy until she was out of the room, until she had spoken with Tristan and left. After a moment of silence, Idris let a rolling sigh slide past her lips. Turning to Tristan, the beautiful woman smiled warmly, although it did not quite reach her eyes. Despite her joy at seeing Tristan, she was tired... and her hands were beginning to burn from keeping her powers repressed for so long. She could feel the fire in her soul, her favorite element to merge with others, clamoring to get out. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"It's good to see you too, Tris. It's been much too long. Don't worry about your appearance, I've been on a plane for nearly fourteen hours. I am sure I am due for a shower, as well." </span>Idris laughed, wrapping her arms around the young man firmly as she squeezed him into the hug he offered her. She closed her eyes when he'd hugged her, taking in his familiar scent, despite his disheveled state. When he pulled back, Idris allowed her hands to reach up, resting on his shoulders to give him a fond squeeze before her arms returned to her sides. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Ahh, The Swan. Before it was The Swan, I use to love working there. I'm glad to see that you are still performing. If it isn't too much of a hassle for you, I'd love to come sit in one night and watch you." </span>Idris smiled at him, but once again, Emmy entered the room and Idris' keen eyes moved towards the girl once more. Clearing her throat, she gave Tristan another gentle smile before she approached the area in which Emmy occupied. The girl had moved to the Operations Room and as she approached, Idris noticed the dryness that the younger sibling now emitted. She made sure to keep her distance, to respect Emmy's boundaries, but despite the girl's cold demeanor, her old ways took over. She was the second eldest, she had always looked out for the others, even when they did not want her to. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Emmy... I know this must be a lot for you. I get your anger - with all of us. But I'd really like it if you'd allow me the chance to sit and speak with you about things. Later, of course."</span> Idris said softly, though afterwards she fell into a silent observation, as she always had. <br/>
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