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Location: Festival || Interactions: Kitala, Xerath, Jansen, Sihu, and Taran
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	Phoebe blinked owlishly at the sudden strange turn of events, and her anger was suddenly put out as though doused by a bucket of icy water. The girl in front of her,  who she was now sure was a mage of Golem's Hand - the guild mark on her stomach that she had failed to notice now had her attention - was one moment from attacking her, the next, beet red and stuttering like a love-struck schoolgirl. Which she probably was, thought Phoebe, if going by the multiple accusations from a steadily growing crowd of people that she suddenly realized were there.

	Still though, Golem's Hand . . . starting any kind of conflict with them would be pointless. She was loathe to cause Anwen any sort of trouble, and if she were to hear that she'd started a fight with one of their numbers over something like interfering with their little romantic engagement, well, it didn't bear thinking. Foolishness was not a strong enough word to describe what that scenario would be.

	Yes, Phoebe was definitely not going to start a fight over something as incredibly petty as interrupting a date. That was just not worth spending time over.

	"I . . . see," said Phoebe, throwing her hood back on, and stepping away from Kitala, "I . . . would rather not start a fight over something like this. I did not realize that you were with your beau." She tilted her head at Xerath. "Your choice of woman aside . . . I wish you find happiness together."

	Hopefully the other girl would let her off with that, if not, Phoebe could always backtrack with [i]Sun Chariot.[/i]
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