The man hardly recognized the glass had contacted his face, even though small drops of blood formed on it. He continued to laugh, but then a woman stepped into the conversation. She wore a pure white silk dress. She was incredibly curvaceous, and the dress made sure that anyone saw that. The woman's body was thin, but not deathly thin, rather it was fit. She had a significant amount of cleavage on the dress as well, but before it could get too revealing, a large white flower was placed on the centre of her chest. She had an edged and pale thin face as well as brilliant blue eyes. She was stark in her attractive figure, and she had pure white hair that fell off her shoulders in curls. She looked to Lyn, and raised her hand up with an apologetic motion. "I am SO sorry." She said genuinely with a smooth and well educated voice. "Faolin is normally like this. I am truly sorry that he offended you." "What the hell are you talking about Diana? This is-" Faolin was interrupted by the woman suddenly backhanding him across his cheek. His head snapped to the left as he held his left cheek. The woman then nonchalantly shooed the crowd away, and they obliged. She looked to Lyn again. "Once again, I am so sorry. My brick for a little brother gets fun out of furiously throwing apples at a tree. He's rather...well...dim witted." "Stupid...little..." Faolin whispered. Diana looked at the man, and he stopped immediately. She turned back to Lyn. "Once again. I am sorry. I'm Diana and...oh my goodness, your hand!" She let out. Lyn noticed just now that her hand was bleeding from breaking the glass.