The energetic Miss Esther hummed to herself as blade upon blade of grass crumpled beneath her feet, the young warlock exuding her elation in her ecstatic demeanour. She looked back at Cyrille as she continued on her path, an almost 'come hither' look about her. "Anything! I've a world of secrets to unlock, and no dusty, aged wizard will see<i>me</i>confined to some archaic study hall." A fire rose in her voice, as she released an ounce of passion in her words. "What good does it do, perpetuating knowledge long since known? I'll not suffer the shackles of those bookworms. I will be the new, and they, the old." She led them onward, darkened trees passing them by as her dress fluttered gently in the evening breeze, her silky hair bouncing as she moved.<br/><br/>"I'm curious as to how you intend to fit into this, madame d'Amour." She starts, never stopping or turning in her advance. "Will you join me? Leave me, and report to my household? Drag me along kicking and screaming," She chuckled at the thought, "or just pretend this never happened and get on with your life? You've a number of options, certainly. I'm very aware of which I'd like you to choose."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>