"Whatever. You--"
Beau stopped in the middle of his sentence. With his green eyes locking at Aranea's, he arched a brow at her and further spoke.
"You have red hair, and green eyes. It's impossible that you are a Familiar," he commented, Aranea nodding in agreement.
"Well, yes. I'm a Summoner."
"Oh!" Beau widened his eyes, smiling at her at the same time. "Now that explains your peculiar mix of colors."
"P-peculiar mix of colors?" Aranea asked and clarified, blinking her eyes a few times.
"Yes. You see, if you are a Familiar with a certain element, you have the same eye and hair color. Yours is different."
"Ah... mm. I see."
Aranea didn't know what to say. With Beau still standing before her, Aranea stared straight into his eyes, telling him something that the Wind Familiar had never expected.
"I am your Summoner in the future, and I plan to help you overcome whatever it is that you need to overcome."
"Huh?"