Emma never really notice her nose crinkles whenever she got annoyed by something. But most were afraid to tell her about it when they saw it happening...knowing good and well what it meant. And she sure didn't notice it whenever Syrisa started talking about exploring and shopping and such...She wished someone would slit her throat right there. She should really find the heart and mind and soul to actually try to be like a woman...but she was raised around men her entire life and became one of the strongest warriors within her town. She moved around for a bit, collecting good from odd jobs and showing off her bouts of strength and combat skills when Syrisa had found her and hired her for this job.<br/><br/>And her brow twitched when Syrisa started to pat her head. She just grumbled to herself as she finished off her food and then started to do the dishes. At least it was something that passed the time and prevented her from strangling the little mage to death. And oh did she wanted to do that right now. But, much to her dismay...she was starting to get use to the mage's antics, though she didn't want to admit it. It was all just starting to go over her and she didn't care anymore...after so long of putting up with it. Who knows, maybe the mage would stop if she realized how tired it was.<br/><br/><i>I guess we all can't be that lucky...</i><br/><br/>Once the dishes were done, she started to wipe her hands dry when she looked over to Syrisa, still reading her spells. The mage did have quite the attention span.  It was amazing how one could be so dedicate to one's art. But, then again, Emma really did keep to a tight exercising routine to keep herself in shape and in fighting conditions. She supposed she was about as dedicated as Syrisa.<br/><br/>She sighed as she went back to her couch and collapsed into it...settling for just sitting there in absolute silence before the torment of shopping would begin after the mage's studying. She could only wonder where a person would such great energy in such a small and soft body...but, she still had to admit, the other woman was far more attractive than she was. She began to rub her eyes to clear the thoughts, she had been around this woman for far too long...she was starting to have an affect on her...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>