The girl let slip a short sigh, casting her weapon away into whatever plane it usually inhabited. "Esther is the family name, yes. Ugh... Perhaps I should accept failure for tonight instead of diving into some shrub. This dress is my favourite..." She goes on, a little amused at how this situation unfolded, but at the same time annoyed that Cyrille had made progress.<br/><br/>"I imagine my guardian is not quite as oppressive as your elven rat problem, but it is a shame that we ran into one another under the circumstances. For the purposes of the unknown future, I feel I should inform you that you may call me Aerylinne. I don't intend to be with the Esther house for much longer, you see." Another irritated sigh got away from her. Perhaps Cyrille would be understanding. But then, perhaps Aerylinne might also have to use the dimension door once more...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>