[center][h1][color=crimson] Lyminia [/color][/h1][/center]

Lyminia folded her arms for a moment, visibly pleased and donning a small smile on her face at Sabu offering them a "welcome to the tribe" gift in the form of magic testing. If she could learn magic of some kind, that would in her mind give her a leg-up on possible future situations. At least, if magic could help. Better to be prepared than vulnerable, after all. Though as much as the eccentric nature of Sabu about humans, including the unfamiliar and likely human-originated gesture he made towards them, could be understood as to why it could annoy Aya so much, at the same time the golden-eyes Goblin was finding it...well, sorts cute and amusing when it came down to it. While she wouldn't audibly debate about luck factoring in as 'more important' than hard work, it still had its place in things if she had to think logically on the matter. She also felt in agreement that hard work was more important than talent in the end. 

[color=crimson]"You know, you are just about to become one of my favorite Goblins i've met since i woke up![/color] Lyminia said with an audible and hearty laugh, slapping Sabu once on the back in a visibly playful manner before continuing speaking to the fellow dragon-blooded Goblin, [color=crimson]"I can speak for myself at least, though, when i say i'll take you up on getting that magic testing this time around as a gift! Shall we go ahead into town then?"[/color]

Though before she could attempt to push the group towards town, emphasis being on "attempt", the strangely red-colored male Goblin (who was not exactly on Lyminia's good side at this point) spoke up about blood and Sabu proving his lineage. This combined with one of the other females piping up about the disrespectful nature of the male's comments and such. And in reality, Lyminia felt herself putting together a theory of sorts about this guy's motives. Red skin. Trying to sneak up on the chief. Pressure to use his gift to "test" Sabu's blood for its legitimacy...

[color=crimson]"Oi, blood-sucker for brains, are ya that desperate for a taste of his blood or something?"[/color] Lyminia bluntly said, a small frown and disapproving look donning her face as she talked to Redd, [color=crimson]"Just wait 'till go hunting or something, and drink it from a rabbit. For now it'd be nice if ya didn't try to drink our guide so at least we can go see the human town!"[/color]

She wasn't going to sugar-coat it. Redd was not exactly her favorite Goblin right now with his antics thus far, and she wasn't standing for it. Luckily she still had her sharp branch if the little idiot tried to do anything else strange or the like. Not that she came here to kill a fellow Goblin or anyone else really, but if she had to defend herself or something he Chief had better intervene if Redd gave her the excuse to shove her stick where the sun did not shine. Or into his eyes, if that was necessary in her mind. 

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