White Embered Eyes
Gojaro chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Ah, Rosa. She's quite the character, isn't she? Just try not to get her too excited; she has a tendency to accidentally set things on fire. Oh, and about that hallway full of invisible objects you jumped over not too long ago? They were actually people moving from one meeting to another."
As Gojaro spoke, the room seemed to grow warmer, the faint scent of sweat mingling with the metallic tang of the weapons.
Jade, in response, chuckled softly. "I guess that makes sense; her demeanor does scream fire. Haha, but if those were people we jumped over, I wonder why I had never seen those notebooks before or ever bumped into a stranger previously?"