Freya sits next Yulya and smiles, patting the wetness from her hair gently with the towel. "Being a leader is difficult, it's not something I'd ever want to do. They say I'd be a natural but there's nothing natural about it, it takes a lot of work, way more work than any natural being can manage," she then rears back with a furrowed brow and raps the table with a balled fist, "I'm convinced of it!"
She leans in again and continues, "So all we can expect of a leader is for them to try their best. Isn't that fair? The greatest leader is not necessarily the one who does the greatest things, she is the one that inspires her people to do the greatest things. If you can claim that then that's the best we can hope for, and look at your team, they're patting each others buttocks and apologizing to each other, it looks like whatever you said inspired their greatness; it looks that way to me anyway."
In a failed attempt to dry your hair at all she tisks and concentrates, closing her eyes. In a moment you feel a blast of warm dry air, above you is a swirling ring of fire, far enough away to prevent any possibility of harm, but the warming plasma is drying and funneling the air around you. In a few moments you're much dryer.
"Better," she takes your hand in hers and speaks softly, "You know, I'm very jealous of you, not just you, you and your team. You've found your team and for that you can't mope about and lament perfection, there's beauty in their imperfections. I have no one, not that I haven't been offered but I haven't found my team anyway. I was told they'd come when I least suspected them and I've been hoping every morning for half a year since, but I suppose it'll never happen because I'm expecting it," she titters to herself, "now I'm rambling, the last thing you need is my problems, but what I'm trying to tell you is, I would love to trade your problems for mine. Here I am, hostess of a guild, surrounded by wonderfully unique people from all walks of life and I'm stuck like a baby bird that never fledged. Cozy, comfortable, surrounded by friends and loved ones but stuck all the same."
She sighs and leans in, you can feel the heat from her breath as she speaks even softer and quieter, "Yulya, you need to address your team and thank them for being so beautifully imperfect, and tell them you appreciate their quirks. Enjoy every moment with them, the good ones and the bad ones. I'd give all my wealth for that and it wouldn't be nearly enough, while you have been gifted all those priceless moments for free. Try to appreciate that there are those of us who can only dream of such wealth."
She wipes her face with the back of her hand. "Sorry, I had a rough night." She looks at Ashley, "sometimes I forget I'm not everyones friend just because I claim to be. All I can do is offer it and try my best, and appreciate what I have as well."
She looks at the open box, "that's a lot of coin, not that I don't trust my friends but they like to prank, so I'd put that away before it disappears inexplicably in a puff of smoke," she smiles a warm beautiful smile and you see her expression change like she just noticed something and then smirks, "the dryer service was 100 gold, payable immediately. That chest should just about cover it."
