[H3][center][color=9000f9]Trinity Stratos [/color][/center][/h3]
This young lady's behavior was strange, more like the behavior of a little girl. A curious, simple little girl. Curiosity and emotion. Be soft and sweet.

"I don't think she's ever seen anyone that can change color before, Ariel. That's probably why she- whoa."

Elizabeth had shown them a scar, in response to Trinity's asking for a guild mark. "Not... quite what I was expecting. This marks you as a wizard?" She would have to approach this differently. The girl didn't seem terribly enthused about the mark, but Trinity had to wonder if persuing that would help her place this girl with her friends or not.

"Are you here with anyone? Oh, and what's your name? I'm Trinity." The trumpets floating beside her dissipate, leaving behind a soft light that swirls into another instrument, a hand harp.