Her eyebrows piqued as she searched the young man's eyes before him- looking for the loophole;
"Uh, thanks? I guess?"
"Don't thank me yet missy," he said- encircling her in noiseless steps; "As you can probably tell, I'm not too big on the job you do. . ."
Head titled up, and chin pressed forward, he kept his hands folded behind his back, as he continued to glide around her- floating along the surface of the ground;
"As a master, I'm telling you right now that you're wasting your talents. There's something different about you. . .I can't lay my fingers on it- well, probably because your aura is steeped in blood. . but still, it doesn't take two eyes to tell that you're a star."
He paused- stopping right in front of her;
"You're a genius Stacy, that's a fact. . ."
The words rolled out of his mouth like the rumbling of low thunder- striking her ears, sending reverberations echoing through her being.
