[u]Rosette Sauveterre [/u]

Rosette took another bite of her food, taking her time to chew and swallow, and deciding, after this woman had chosen to use a figure of speech that Rosette suspected was vulgar in nature, that immediately responding was just giving her a reaction that she wanted. Because of this, instead of saying anything, she just continued eating in the casual manner of a person who might as well have been sitting alone by themselves. She did not drag the silence on to an unbearable length, but she held it for long enough that a person would realize that Rosette was not the kind of person that would be enjoyable to carelessly toy with. She would endure the torment, but only because she had the self-control and self-respect to do so. She tolerated the woman because she felt there was no other choice, but had Rosette possessed fewer inhibitions, she might have torn into her in the most brutal of fashions.

The only sign that Rosette was frustrated at all was that her ethereal hand gripped her fork so tightly that the knuckles had turned white. Nothing else about her behavior betrayed her feelings, neither her face nor her movements. It was self-control on a level that seemed almost unnatural for a regular person, and yet Rosette almost flawlessly managed it. When she felt that she had allowed enough time for her anger to subside, Rosette’s hand loosened around the fork, and she was comfortable enough to speak again. “My powers come with incredible drawbacks that are severely detrimental to my well-being, regardless of their strength or usefulness. I think I might have been happier if I had some ability as ridiculous as turning into a clam and back.”

Rosette wasn’t exactly mean-spirited, and though this person aggravated her, it might make the conversation easier if she said something ridiculous that would have made anyone laugh at the notion. Indeed, one idea that she found quite bizarre would be a person whose only gift was transforming into a tiny bivalve. Other ideas were transforming into a worm, a snail, or a slug, but Rosette was filled with deep loathing when she thought of those creatures. They were all quite useless-sounding abilities, but a person who could turn into a clam could get away with never using their powers, and living out a normal life in the world. Because Rosette had become like a phantom in appearance, normal life was virtually impossible, as was ignoring the dangers that her abilities posed.