Myodin took her time waiting, fiddling about with her gauntlets a few times while she let her feet dangle playfully from the chair. As soon as her hype had begun about the strange elemental construct, it had also died down when accompanied by her easily distracted demeanor, and she soon found herself staring off at all the others in attendance of the gathering.<br/><br/>The young girl was not one to be very versed in anything grand or high-class when it came to the Arcanists. She had wanted to learn their arts first when she decided to pursue magic, but such secrets had been reserved for a different class of people that had been far above her in blood, wealth and prestige. Despite this, she ogled the middle-aged, blonde-headed man from the safe distance of her seating, careful to switch her gaze that she may not be considered rude as she might have been before.<br/><br/>He seemed awfully frail and a physical push-over, though his clothing was grand and of the most expensive and noble of tastes. Taking a glance at her own hand-knitted poncho and various leather under layers, she gave a short giggle of entertainment at the vast difference she held next to him. He was the type of persons she annoyed, and there was no doubt that if they were to travel along with each other, she would have to deal with some dissatisfaction from at least a small number of his ilk.<br/><br/>Her violet hues then scanned off to the painted druid; What an imposing sight he was! The fur of some sort of beast covering his grayish skin, with a grim and rather serious expression befalling his face made Myodin almost frown herself, though she did trust that he had been requested here for a good reason, and that was enough for the young Thaumathurgist. Her main attentions were on the strange phenomena of the flux anyway, and she was not picky with her teammates so long as they did not pull at her ear and lock her away in a tent like many of teachers had done during her past field trips.<br/><br/>Then, when three of the most prominent faces of the magical world came to gather ahead of them, Myodin felt a rush of heat meet her cheeks once more. This was all very serious, the taste of it all. The fact that Winnifred herself was presence made the young girl slump into her chair, a wave of awe and admiration making her want to shrink into her warm layers of clothing and never come out.<br/><br/>She did, however, blink away with curiosity at the gasp of the nearby Arcanist, noting the similarity in dress style with a slight nod of her head. The bits and pieces she did know of sector of magic users was that similar styles meant blood relation. Myodin was not very knowledgeable in anything but what she found interesting at the time, much to many's disappointment.<br/><br/>Upon the question of why they were all summoned here, the young girl turned her head before slowly raising a gauntlet to answer, though she was unsure if she was even supposed to, or if it was a rhetorical question.<br/><br/>"It's because of the warp up in the north, right Ma'am? And we are to go study it, and figure out how to help?"<br/><br/>Her voice was eager and youthful as always, her bright eyes fluttering away with a sense of innocence as she spoke with a giddy smile, almost bouncing in her seat a moment before she became wary of whatever attention would be brought on her, and she sunk away once more with a nervous grin.