Destiney was frustrated to say the least. Not to mention running out of ideas on how to deal with his stubborn streak. Barely a response at all to her words. One very short sentence. Dismissive at that. It was troubling and almost heartbreaking.
“Basteaux… Please.” Her tone was soft and pleading as she looked up at him for several long moments. Finally she lets out a heavy sigh before turning away from him to sit down on the ground. Tucking her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. Daisy flutters over to sit on her shoulder and pats her cheek. “I don’t know what else I can say to you…”
Spirit of the Warlock 