Emma looked at her for a moment and stepped backwards slowly — for she was already taking her first step down the stairs from the elevated platform she was seated on.
"Go ahead, tell us what brings you and be sure you don't show up in this manner again." Emma Wilson warned, being gentle of speech and slow too. She sat down majestically, with eyes on each one of the sorcerers who were behind the mistress while she listened to what the mistress had to say.
"And in what manner would you that I show up?" The mistress asked, lifting one eyebrow expecting a reply.
"Just try not to be this glitchy." Emma stuttered, wiggling the fingers of her right hand at mistress Martina while her elbow rested on the hand of the chair and her back on the cross rail, well composed even in her thoughts. The
