Fleo threw her hands up in exasperation.  She wanted to burst out with 'what can I do, then?', but she reluctantly admitted to herself that such a course of action wouldn't endear her to her new guildmates.  Having been called a 'petulant child' at the age of twenty-five was enough to make pretty much anyone rethink rash action.  Nevertheless, her curiosity was piqued, and she became dead set on cross-examining the guild master for all it was worth on exactly what Pheonix Wing had done to deserve the Magic Counsel's attention.  Plus, from the way Jamie said 'Edolas', Fleo guessed that it wasn't just some city.  Her best guess was that it was a foreign nation; she'd expect nothing less than such long-reaching influence from the often-talked-about Pheonix Wing.  

The unnatural appearance of shadows outside caused Fleo to reconsider her questions.  The gloom settled over the place much like a coat of dust, but remarkably more depressing.  If half of Fleo hadn't been animate particles, she would have probably shivered.  

Felix's voice was a welcome distraction from the ominous darkness outside.  [color=C2B280]”If there's no other option, I guess sparring would be okay.  It seems more like we should be findin' out what's causin' those shadows outside and beatin' the crap out of it.  And I don't know how well I'd hold up in a no-magic match.”[/color]  Truth to be told, a non-magic sparring match wasn't technically possible for Fleo, but there would be no more covering-up than usual.  There was always the chance of one of them hitting hard enough to destroy one of her arms, however, and she wasn't too anxious to have her most embarrassing, most painful secret exposed on day one.

[color=C2B280]“Hey, thanks for askin' though.  Maybe you might be able to tell me something?  The master said something about some of our members in Edolas.  I've never heard of the place.  Is it across the ocean?”[/color]