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addressing: Bianca[@Hero], Ionna[@McMolly], Jarrick[@Obscene Symphony][hr]

[color=darkorange]"Certainly a word for it."[/color] Justinian response was a bit muted he glances at Kasper, who had gone over to engage the Prince, debating with himself for a few seconds until a sigh broke through. With reservation, he reaches into his pocket to pull out a palm sized chunk of light blue rock. It's surface was yet unworked and cloudy as he rubbed his thumb against it, yet he could already feel the shape within call out to him. He wonders, as always, if it was just a creative instinct, an aspect of his connection to the element, or perhaps even the Mother's own that provided him with the inisghts that always came when he prepared to shape crystal. [color=darkorange]"This'll probably be for nothing but if I'm here, might as well try to cross the bridge before I burn it. Who knows, maybe there's a heart of tarnished gold beneath all the attitude."[/color]

His dry tone did little to sell the optimism as he started to make his way over to the Prince present his gift, though not before making a detour towards the Rookie Templar and her plate of contraband confections. Whatever Bianca said, it wasn't like a single cookie was going to ruin his appetite and he'd rather encourage the girl. Between Edmund and Tyler, having a Templar capable of some non-jaded levity was a blessing from Incepta herself. He'd have likely been chatting up a storm with her if not for his own foulness.

[color=darkorange]"A pleasure to finally meet you, Dame Ionna. Justinian Gardner, Scion of Earth."[/color] Any signs of his mood was wiped from his face as he mingled with Ionna and those around her, snatching one of each type with his left hand while his right held a dull amber shimmer as he willed it into the shape it wanted, like a desert mirage. Something smooth? No, not for the Prince. His wit was sharp and his attitude abrassive. The design shifts in his mind, the crystal in his palm cracking and reforming and shifting his grip like a living thing. "[color=darkorange]As for an interesting fact, I nearly managed to kill a Rodian Warg by the border of Lorenzia back before Bianca became my Templar. Left a nasty scar too, but Commander Fyodor will prob have my hide if I try to show it off. Congratulations on your appointment and take good care of Dominika, yeah? She seems the nervous type."[/color]

Giving Ionna friendly tap on the shoulder with the cookie hand, the Scion turns to address Jannick and Holly(assuming the later hadn't vanished off to who knows where again, a trick he had long envied).

[color=darkorange]"Speaking of congratulations, it's nice to meet you too, Sir Jarrick. I see that you've adapted well to Holly's habit of being where ever food is."[/color]