The wait didn't take long at all; she knew that the Guardian would be here within a few minutes. He always seemed to appear as soon as possible whenever she opened the journal. When he arrived, she was still a bit surprised at how easily he was able to manifest so easily here. When he stopped, she immediately closed the journal, pulling it closer to her. She knew that if he had the chance, he would take the journal away. If that happened, she would have to start all over again. Would she even be able to continue on if he took the journal away from her? It would devastate her, she just...she just needed to read the journal. It didn't really matter at this point if she presented her findings or not, she just needed to know what was inside the journal. Then she could be at ease and maybe there would be some way to redeem her family name.<br/><br/>As he spoke, she felt her eyebrow twitch in annoyance. Of course she was angry. She rolled her eyes as he went on about his duty and honor for Atlantis. Hell, she had a sense of duty and honor for her family; they were in the same boat really. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and she looked up at him. She was curious about him; he was something new and interesting like the journal. She stood up, feeling strange that she was the only one sitting. She tucked the journal under her arm and crossed her arms over her chest. She pressed her lips together in a thin line, knowing that with the current frustrations she had, she would blow up. Now, she knew that she wasn't scared of him but she also didn't want to cause any further complications down the road.<br/><br/>She could sense that he was just as curious about her, just like she was curious about him. He may be trying to keep his composure, though she noticed that slight look of interest on his face. The way he phrased himself let her in that mild curiosity. Clearing her throat she looked at him with determined eyes. "Look, I know that we might have started off on the wrong note," she started, shifting her weight to her other foot. "I know that...this journal is very important for you, but it's also very important to me to." She paused slightly, trying to be as civil as possible about this. He had to have some kind of understanding about this situation. "I would very much like to keep this journal and translate it. If you don't want me to present it to the public then I won't."<br/><br/><br/>She bit on her lower lip, suddenly feeling slightly nervous. What if he didn't listen? Well it was more than likely that he wouldn't but still it was worth a shot. "This journal...I know that you're doing what you have to do to protect what is yours but I have to protect mine as well. I've been leading an expedition for the last eight years...This is the first time that we have every found something like this." Her eyes narrowed slight, her eyebrow rising slightly. "I am sure that you remember my father and grandfather, you are the reason why things are like this. If you would have just let him present his findings then..." She stopped finding that she was becoming too emotional as she spoke. She took a moment to collect herself.<br/><br/>"Why is it so important that you protect this journal?" She glanced at the journal then to the male before her. "What exactly is in here?"<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"She is a very curious woman," she whispered into the ear of her brother.<br/><br/>After the sfora had been briefly taken over by the Guardian, they felt the journal open once again. The siblings were sure that everyone else on Mount Olympus could feel it too, but they were the only ones who had been curious enough to see what was happening. Their emerald eyes watched through the sfora, interested in what was about to happen. The two were known be rather mischievous when they weren't around the others on Olympus.<br/><br/>"Hmm," her brother agreed, a scowl coming upon his face. "Let us see how he will handle this."