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</div><br/><br/>"Flattery works in most situations...but in this one, it took me by surprise. Hence the warm color." Heather couldn't help but laugh at his comical face, the musical sound dancing in the air between them. A few strands of silvery-purple fell about her face. "Hm, I do know you...I think it's you who didn't know me. After all...if I recall correctly, you've called me...Hailey the last time we met." Eyes bright and sparkling like ocean waters, she tucked the strands behind one ear. "Now then...I teach combat here...for the older students. I would love to sit in sometime for your class...but I can't guarantee anything. I never really gave music much of a chance... By the way? Please, call me Heather." Her eyes met his, the smile still lingering along her lips. Of course she didn't answer his question...but she really didn't want him to worry, much less force him to talk to her.