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The soft playful smile slowly faded as lips pressed firmly together in frustration. She tracked their movements around the tavern with an increasingly incredulous glare, one that caused a furrow to her brows.

Gripping the broom tightly in a fist she turns away and slaps it down on the floorboards as she begins sweeping together the scattered debris.

"Oh, I imagine being unable to navigate in the air is much the same as being unable to navigate upon the winds of social etiquettes."
She snaps back, doing little to hide her feelings.