Before he could fully experience his flattery, Lolo's analytical mind caught up to his pride. She's confused. After all, he was hardly the most noteworthy individual in the Guild. He showed great aptitude and promise, yes, and there was great curiosity concerning the potential of several of his theories. Even his personal and self-taught style had impressed his instructors, but he remained raw yet and his actual accomplishments and contributions were still few in number and under-circulated.Â
The corners of his mouth pulled in and his wide eyes narrowed. He cast another glance around the entryway and directed himself once again towards the girl. Her pose was the very definition of pitiful and he leaned in, unknowingly, in response, hands raised slightly toward the scrunched up figure before him, stopping just shy of her knees.
"Ma'am," he inquired, "just who do you think that I am?"
The corners of his mouth pulled in and his wide eyes narrowed. He cast another glance around the entryway and directed himself once again towards the girl. Her pose was the very definition of pitiful and he leaned in, unknowingly, in response, hands raised slightly toward the scrunched up figure before him, stopping just shy of her knees.
"Ma'am," he inquired, "just who do you think that I am?"
