[center][h1]Phoebe Hyperion[/h1][/center]
	Phoebe nodded as she took a bouquet of hand picked flowers for herself. In the back of her head, she was feeling slightly guilty about it, since Mary obviously wasn't planning on giving free flowers to Harpy's, but she was glad that she could avoid conflict between them. Hopefully she never had to find out.

	Just as she was about to slip away, Goldas spoke once more, and his words were hardly civil. She paused to watch him do his reputation justice, as he verbally lashed his date, which made it all the more pitiful to watch. After brutally rebuffing a girl, he proceeded to eye Mary in a way that would disturb normal people. Phoebe herself was just slightly disapproving, though she was still going to stay out of this. Whatever argument the two had between themselves was none of her business, and if they wanted to fight, that was also not her business. The Guild Master was aware that things like this happened quite often, and she had never taken a firm hand to stopping it either. Both guilds knew what each felt about each other and venting it via combat was a natural result. Therefore, she would not get involve-

	And that was when Phoebe realized that from now on, she was staying [i]far[/i] away from Goldas.

	Goldas redirected Mary's challenge to her in his place, while simultaneously revealing her status as a Harpy's Wing member. Under normal circumstances, this would have been no problem, as Phoebe would simply activate Sun Chariot, and leave, because this was not worth her time, but right now, she held a rather damning bouquet of flowers in her hands that was quite frankly betraying her in the worst way possible. She couldn't just [i]leave[/i], not while she was holding it. That would be equivalent to stealing, and she really would rather not have the S-class Flower Mage barging down her door, demanding reparation.

	She wanted very much to simply return the flowers and leave, however . . . she needed them. She really did. So she did the best thing she could think of, and approached Mary, ignoring Goldas confident smile.

	"If . . . you could please just ignore me . . . I would really rather not have to fight anyone," she said, her voice barely audible over the crowd in the square, "and if you don't mind . . . these flowers are beautiful. I don't want to have to fight over them. It seems like such waste."

	She had said her peace. The small mage looked up at Mary, her face devoid of actual expression, though her eyes revealed her intent. If Mary insisted on fighting, then so be it, but Phoebe would not be the one to throw the first punch, especially if it was someone else was asking her to do it.
	
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