Larksong Grotto We let the waters rise

Unable to maintain a completely formal face, the dark girl cracks a grin as the pale visitor scoots backwards on her rump. It was pretty amusing to her-- maybe not to any bystanders, but the Grand Vicar was still keen on childish humor. She maintains her composure otherwise, however, her muscular body standing still, straight, and with her chest puffed out.

"Well healers are important, do you plan to-- uh-- pursue it further?" she asks, fumbling for the right word. Had it been any other day she would've simply said 'you wanna keep learning?' but she was trying her damndest not to seem so young and inexperienced. Pursue was a much bigger word. Good job, Jhala.