Shaidra reassured her posture, and stood up on two feet, hunched forwards. She looked at Alvios, her eyes drooping slightly. [color=black]"Balance is a farce,"[/color] She said, stern and resolute without warning, [color=black]"Unable to differentiate between arrogance and resolve, petulant insistence and stubbornness, sad little creatures will always insist, and insist, and [i]insist[/i]..."[/color] Shaidra lowered back down. [color=black]"Insist and insist and insist and insist and insist and insist... And insist..."[/color] The small woman grabbed her head and swayed back and fourth like a metronome. [color=black]"Insist that their insistance is... I ask myself, can they stop and think? Are they even capable of that?.. Nrggh.."[/color]