Rosalinde followed Cyprian out to the beach, where she promptly took off her shoes so that she could walk easily on the sand. Looking out to the ocean, she watched as light speckled against it's surface and shimmered as the waves took it closer and further from the shore. Her mesmerized stare came to ab abrupt stop when an explosion of steam erupted before her vision. She took a glance back at the dracon, brow raised as she tried to piece together the reasoning behind the act.

It amused her, and forced a small scoff of a laugh from her which she hid behind the the back of her hand. Was magic to him something that was difficult to be contained? Like water constantly being poured into a cup that could easily overflow if not had some poured out? What an interesting thought. 

Her focus turned fully to Cyprian. "Oh, but we [i]are politicians."[/i] She said, tilting her head slightly. "Magic is merely the face of what the council is." The conversation didn't last long though, as Cyprian got right to the point of why he wanted to come down here with Rosalinde.

There was a moment of silence, where Rosalinde tilted her head down, before she became a fit of laughter. He was perceptive, but at the same time, a little naïve. Hadn't it been obvious that she had been waiting to for his response? It would have been [i]too[/i] bold of her to just outright say it. She wasn't boorish, after all. "Not everything I do is meant to draw attention." She said, still laughing as she walked semicircular around Cyprian. "Though, I [i]have[/i] done things to draw [i]your[/i] attention." He was strong with a bright mind. He had a lot of skill, and still yet more potential. And that, to Rosalinde, was attractive.

"And if I was interested in a more... personal conversation?" She tilted her head the other way, now looking up at him directly with a smile. Her laughter had calmed by now. "Would you oblige?"