Mulivon's grumbling had been interrupted by a strange word. 

[color=662d91]"Ojuchann?"[/color]

It didn't run off her tongue well, she turned to the words speaker. A rather shiny woman? So smooth was her hair and skin that it reminded her of a porcelain doll. If it where not strange Mulivon would have ran her fingers through her hair. A tinge of jealousy was felt seeing as her own hair is, while beautiful, far to curly to do anything of that sort.

As she paid more attention to the conversation the woman was attempting to have with her...It was yet again another lecture. She thinks that the gem is pretty? Yet no one else seems to give her treasures any value? It was all getting confusing.

[color=662d91]"Smooth one, you say things that are so far contrary to the words of others that I doubt you! My treasures are clearly mere baubles, I have nothing to buy the treats of Iced cream and the coffee. My mother clearly sent me here in the hopes to make me feel a fool. Insolent Ian and Hag Isis, even the Woolly Simon seem to think me nothing more than a stumbling fawn!"[/color]

Mulivon was unaware that she had let so much slip from her tongue, nor the fact that she began stomping her feet while she spoke. Mulivon was clearly had grown from irritated to full on angry.