[center][h1][color=32CD32]Ishara[/color][/h1][/center]

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The green haired noble daughter looked over at Radaam as a small girl seemed to tun up to him, begging to take the boy's familiar off to see the place. It was an odd request to be sure, but Ishara could not help but lightly smile as the two siblings (as they turned out to be it seemed) had a short exchange before her very eyes. The little girl herself was adorable, to say the least, though it seemed to strike an odd chord within the new apprentice. 

She'd lived with priestesses when she was rather young, indeed, and even now some of them felt like an 'older sister' in some sense. But she'd never really had a 'sibling' of her own at any point in her life. She was her mother's only child, and even her adoptive mother had not given birth to a child at some point in her life thus far. It was all odd to say the very least, and she'd been used to those long nights studying and doing things to keep herself busy when time seemed to drag on. Yet somewhere inside she inevitably wondered one thing: "What was it like?". Perhaps it was a mixed bag, like with any family, where you had the good and the bad. Perhaps it was one way for some, and another way for others. 

Eh...perhaps now wasn't the time to ponder. She responded to Udjebten's concerned look by leaning down a little and patting the little hippo on the head in a friendly manner. With how much she'd been praised back at Pesedjet, it was a wonder she hadn't summoned a Tutelary of her own yet. Yet as compared to the struggles of so many, it was a trifle of a thing indeed that seemed to have gotten under her skin. There were those who weren't as skilled, but whose hard work she wished would be seen for what it was. She'd always treated the hard work of others of any status with respect, but...mmm. She'd heard the whispers from peers before, back at the school, talking down as if they enjoyed her having some kind of area she lacked. She'd worked hard to get where she was though! She had no control over who had taken her in, and who had given birth to her! What was so wrong with applying whatever 'talent' it was said she had, rather than just sit on her laurels? 

Regardless, the green-haired girl let out a quiet sigh and looked over as Khaemtir moved over and was talking to their new master. Dagon seemed to be a somewhat intimidating man in his own way, but Ishara silently watched on as he spoke. She wanted to introduce herself as well, though...well, it would be rude to interrupt her peer. Albeit she was, admittedly, curious to first see how the Sorcerer was like before coming over there as well.