The girl glanced down at herself, blinking in a moment of confusion at his comment on her attire. She straightened her hat again, as tilting her head forward has made it slip slightly.
"Oh! Ah- black mage training? Yes! Yes, o'course." She made a little fluttering motion with her hands, sleeves slipping back over them, as if such a thing was associated with magic-casting. Which it was, to her. She knew not much of it, after all! She gave him another toothless grin, letting her hands hang at her sides again.
She looked around, little smile still on her face, "Who's he? The teacher?" She pointed at the Highlander, having noticed him when he finally moved. He apparently wasn't a statue.
"Oh! Ah- black mage training? Yes! Yes, o'course." She made a little fluttering motion with her hands, sleeves slipping back over them, as if such a thing was associated with magic-casting. Which it was, to her. She knew not much of it, after all! She gave him another toothless grin, letting her hands hang at her sides again.
She looked around, little smile still on her face, "Who's he? The teacher?" She pointed at the Highlander, having noticed him when he finally moved. He apparently wasn't a statue.
