Bryson frowned. The woman was clearly playing some sort of game with him and as much as Bryson liked games right now was definitely not the time. The Desiertian held his hands out as the woman looked up at him. "You're forgiven, now leave." the young boy snapped. He was more annoyed than anything right now, yet the woman was persistent. "I can't. We both have our duties. Mine is to make you aware of who you are, and yours is to figure out the rest from there." Bryson didn't move. He remained silent, waiting for the woman to make herself disappear into the winds.
"You don't trust me. Fine. I know that you and your sister were taken from your parents when you were four. I know that you were enslaved in Stella, and I know that Stellan bounty hunters are after you. I do not expect you to trust me but know that I am not out to get you. Please... allow me to show you." She insisted as she slowly stood to her feet. Slowly the woman stretched her arms, causing her palms to face upward and glow a bright purple color. Bryson winced. He wasn't surprised that she knew of his past considering most Bounty Hunters from Stella would probably know that, but there was something about her that Bryson couldn't easily shake off. She was familiar. For the first time since she arrived, Bryson decided to ease up.
It was probably foolish for him to let his guard down, but now he was curious. The boy dropped his hands. "Please, sit with me." she said as she dropped in a pretzel position onto the ground. "My name is Daisia, Bryson." For a moment Bryson didn't budge, but after a few seconds he slowly began walking over, snatching his gun from the ground and gripping it tightly in his hand. Then he sat in front of her. Daisia moved her hands towards him, gesturing for him to hold them and so he did. Suddenly he could feel his body coursing with energy as if his mana was increasing, boiling up in vis veins.