Brunhilde's pen made a wild flurry of markings across the journal page it was opened to - detailed sketches, descriptions, feelings, sounds. A volume of information condensed into an image, with all relevant knowledge strewn across it in an extremely easy to understand manner. She seemed slightly unfocused as she wrote, hardly seeming to care at all about the older man's very short response, except for that it revealed a small sampling of his personality.

Many moments passed as she completed her initial reaction entry, and she flipped back to a much later page, where further notes were scrawled in relation to the current day. She had been doing this every hour of every day for years, and the practice combined with the subtle enhancements via wind manipulation that sped her pen made it quite obvious. Further page flipping occurred at Avarius's first question and she scanned the pages almost instantly - and her eyes lit up with a vague sense of sadness for a split second before her smile reappeared.

She looked up again, seemingly looking through Avarius, and responded.

[color=8493ca]"Education, mostly. I'm from up north, family sent me here so I could learn in a less hostile environment."[/color]

Brunhilde took Avarius's hand and gave a firm and friendly handshake. The whirlwind around her hand weakened as she did so, but Avarius could still feel a very heavy pressure from it regardless. Were he to look, he would notice, in very ornate red lettering upon a white spiral, the message 'Check the Journal' on the back of her hand.

At his last question, Brunhilde flipped the journal's pages backwards with a small puff of air, and a look of mild surprise crossed her face. [color=8493ca]"Seventeen, apparently."[/color]