<span style="color: green">“Dancing wouldn’t be so bad, I think,”</span>Luna said with a nod.<span style="color: green">“If you’re any good at it, anyway. I never really thought about it.”</span>Still, dancing – at least in a place like Dairsmuid – wasn’t as far removed from the<i>seedier</i>professions as she would have liked. She wasn’t sure that the city’s rowdy sailors would be content just to look and not touch. That constant fear could really eat away at a person’s mind.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“I really don’t like it,”</span>she said, more in resignation than anything. Fire was all about passion and emotion. It was hard enough to control that you had to be<i>really</i>committed to hurting someone if you were using it. When she used it, it meant that she was desperate, out of all other options. Fire – ironically – didn’t exactly bring back the warmest of memories. But she saw Aure’s small grin, and managed one herself.<span style="color: green">“I’m sure there’ll be something for you to slice, regardless of how many explosions there are. I hardly think this little treasure hunt is going to be as easy as Jal’s making it to be.”</span>She shrugged.<br/><br/>Luna rolled her eyes.<span style="color: green">“It’s not so much that we’re ‘knife-ears.’ It’s more that <i>they’re</i>... spoon-ears. Not that I’d say that to their faces... most of the time.”</span>She shifted on her feet, her robes swaying around her.<span style="color: green">“I think burning them would have just been more trouble than it was worth. Even if they did deserve it. Either way, there’s no need to worry about them now. These sailors, on the other hand...”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>