Sylla takes quick swishy steps as she's seen Mummy take in her dark full skirts, flipping her hair as she turns to walk backwards - hips swaying as her small feet angle carefully down the hill towards the lake. There's a strange power she feels in trying to be appealing and cute. It's the same sort of power she feels when she stalks across the dueling ring, and she can't explain why or how it happens, but she enjoys it.

"I can't imagine you any more handsome than you already are, but now is the time to try a tan," she murmurs. "Carpe diem. Or. . ." Sylla purses her lips and smiles wider, "Carpe sol."