[center][h2]Phoebe[/h2]
Location: Festival || Interactions: Kitala, Xerath, Sihu, Ceri
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	Phoebe blinked, an action that most likely none would catch under the shadow of her hood, and revised what she knew about the relationship between Kitala and Xerath; no, they were not in an intimate relationship, and no, they were not on a date. Why then was the girl so angry? Surely she couldn't be so childish as to actually get mad over a fallen donut? One that was already recovered for her? Under the cover of her hood, Phoebe's lip curled down slightly, in an expression that was almost distaste. Her earlier remark about her childishness may have been more on the mark than she thought.

	Before she could form a solid thought on that though, her attention was diverted to Sihu. Kurai? Wasn't that a guild mate of hers? She wasn't particularly close with him - or anyone in the guild for that matter - but she was aware that he was something of a combat junky, and so was Sihu, for that matter. What was the relation between the two? she wondered. In any case, she still had to give her an answer.
	

	"I'm afraid I do not know," she answered honestly. "I am from Harpy's Wing, yes, but I'm not particularly close with him." She ended with a shrug of her shoulders. 

	Pulling her hood tighter over her head, Phoebe turned away from the rest of the group. "If you require . . . nothing else, I will be going," she said, dipping her head and walking away quickly. She'd rather not be around no less than three members of Golem's Hand, with two of them being highly destructive S-class mages, and the one having a choleric temper; staying around any one of them was tempting fate enough as it was.
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