Bria would blink a few times as she could hear the boys from a distance. Her eyes flinching slightly at the words, being called a witch. Being cursed by the dark one. That was rather cruel for her ears to hear. Her lips twitched, stopping herself from frowning. Her eyes closed softly, as she would quietly sit there. In her mind there were memories, having strange looks, being bullied by other students and people she once believed to be her friends. Her eyes opened again as she looked to the grass and dirt which surrounded her and the trees.<br/><br/>She swallowed her saliva which was building up in her mouth, licked the inner rim of her lips as dryness began to reach in. She would put her hand in her back and pull out an object which looked like a hilt. It was a box cutting utility knife, most Japanese students had this for their essential supplies. She'd slip it into her pocket. Despite what it was, it had been enchanted with the intention of using it as a weapon or an upgraded tool. If being a<span style="font-style: italic">witch</span>was a bad thing, it was likely she would have to defend herself otherwise she'd either be killed or burned.<br/><br/>When the arguing had stopped and enough time had past, she watched as River came over towards the cart and revealed two apples, handing one of them to Bria. Smiling slightly she would take it into one hand and then reached into her pocket and pulled out the utility knife.<span style="font-style: italic">Click, click click</span>, the blade extended with a subtle clicking sound and she began to peal the apple with ease. It was like forming a small, fragile, red ribbon as she did so.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">So I'll be waiting a few more hours to go to this village that he spoke of?</span>She thought to herself as he informed her of this. Her eyes partially closed as she would hop off the cart and onto her feet as she finished pealing the apple and began to eat the meat of the fruit. She however didn't put away the knife, she simply looked over at him. Then when he spoke of having a cellar, but not planning on having her live down there, she giggled a little. She didn't have that much of a plan to live in his cellar, she would rather expand a workshop beneath his home. A cellar would simply make it much easier to integrate more beneath the house.<br/><br/>Considering he either didn't notice the golem, or didn't care for it, she would give an offer.<span style="color: #80FFBF">"If that is the case, then I will be able to cut down some trees to make it a bit faster... If you'd let me."</span>She'd say as a series of clicks would abruptly be heard from the thin blade in her hand. Oddly enough the blade itself gave off the smell of mint, which was the signature smell of healing potions and magic. It had also extended more than it naturally looked that it could. Despite its unnatural length, it didn't show any sort of flimsiness.<br/><br/>As she finished her apple, she collected the seeds from the core before throwing it in a random direction away from the rest of them, letting it hit a tree nearby.<span style="color: #80FFBF">"I can also increase the speed of the cart with a few modifications and enhancements."</span>She would state, seemingly somewhat impatient, not wanting to wait for hours.