[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Faith Masters[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/eeTfZeBhTOA1O/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] Carnival Grounds
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] Diplomacy[/center][hr]

While she was thankful to Sophia for answering her question, it was overshadowed by the fact she was chastised like a small child. Again! The figure she hadn’t met before seemed important and, based on what she overheard, and the questions asked, seemed to be someone the Emendators looked up to. She did not mean to sound like a bratty kid, but what would you call being gifted with powers, being tasked with what seems like an important job, be trained by an arrangement of weird, but seemingly powerful individuals who critiqued her in the hopes of wanting her to do better, only to have the one she looked up to the most vanish, among others, and being left in the dark when information is being freely exchanged. To her, that’s betrayal. To her, that feels like favoring others above the rest. If that were the case, she would have words.

But she was not stupid by any stretch. She knew it was not the time to address it with Gilbert then and there. She had asked and received an answer, albeit one that only sought to produce more questions. Instead, she took a calming breath. [color=F49AC2]“You are right. We can talk about it later. I did not mean to sound brash. I do feel Andromeda’s question is worth an answer though as I am curious myself.”[/color] She would let the rest hang there. She was angry, but she would not be rude to someone who commanded power. If only she knew what the deal was.