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Brielle wandered around the lawn, looking for a good spot to read. She saw a tree that would be perfect, but a boy was leaning up against it, so she decided not to climb up. She watched with interest as a bird suddenly appeared in his hands. "Very impressive." She said softly. She wasn't sure if he could here, as she was a few feet away, but she didn't really care if she couldn't.

Brielle rolled her eyes. Men were such show offs. "Is that all you do?" She said teasingly. She tugged down her dark green three quarter length sleeved shirt and folded her arms.

Brielle laughed. "My mum taught me to never diss people. But, honestly, I'm not very impressed. So far, you've only shown me that you can make illusions of birds and flowers, so I'm not impressed." She told him.

Brielle bent and picked the little cat up. "He's darling!" She said in her lilting British accent. "But I'm still not impressed." She smirked.

Brielle laughed. "The name's Brielle...ahem, QUEEN Brielle, and no thanks. I don't care much for olliphaunts. But I wouldn't mind a horse." She said, straining to keep a smile off of her lips.