~*A spark seemed to re-kindle inside Nightingale, and she straightened, gloved fists unclenching slowly as her posture relaxed...
She smiled, "Well, maybe I will get to see this B'hkavahn Fountain of yours afte all, Sphyria..." 
The Tremarian just laughed in delight...
Nightingale looked to Astrol, hand creeping upwards, "If you can defy The Kestrel...I can too..." her lips quirked as the golden mask fell away...face Instantly reognisable from television and magazine.
"And I trust you...my name is Hannah Wayne, though I'm guessing you know that?" an eyebrow quirked in response.
It felt good to defy her mother...*~