[h2][color=6ecff6]Argleif Donchie[/color][/h2]
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	His eyes pulsed a gentle blue as he observed the woman before him, something they did regardless of his control in the presence of another wind mage. With a soft look of wonder in his eyes, he recognized the garb this woman was clad in from the times traders had arrived at his monastery. Remembering how he had been taught to greet those traders he stood stiffly, bowing his head and torso respectfully.
	
[color=6ecff6]"Hello Madam, It has been ages since I've seen a Kimono of such fine quality."[/color]
	He spoke in his wispy, passive breath. Raising his head and torso, he relaxed his body as a kind smile found it's way onto his lips before continuing.

[color=6ecff6]"Your concern is gratefully appreciated friend, but I can assure you these practices consume little, and are merely tedious, requiring focus, else I would not have used them. I would never risk the potential lives of others for something as inconsequential as training, nor personal gain."[/color]
	With that, he pushed a soft breeze between the two of them, feeling the warmth of her aura and the cooling touch of his winds.