Standing there at a whole whopping five feet four inches, Alaskarine seemed to have no threat poised in her eyes, but if you really knew her, you would know that she was quite dangerous. Right now, she was dressed in a nice, cream pink colored shirt that buttoned from the middle of the shirt and upwards; it was partially unbuttoned, revealing a white lacy cloth underneath. Her skirt was ruffled and a dark blue color, and the belt that went in the middle was thick and brown. On her feet were ballet slippers, which she was tapping in a very annoyed fashion, the soles of them echoing off the stone walls.
"Who says I want to train you?" she asked, her right eyebrow shooting up. "Sure, you learned the techniques. But who said you have any idea on how to mast emotions?" Alaskarine cocked herself to one side, all of her weight now being balanced on her left side as she crossed her arms over her chest. You could tell she was an embodiment, with the way the room reacted to her emotions, her feelings, her mere thoughts and words. Right now, her appearance was that of a girl she remembered as school through the past lives of Aristotle, so she decided to stay in said girl's appearance, seeing as she enjoyed it and preferred to look the age she was - 17. Course, she was actually older but still. Who was counting?
So, basically, she looked like a pissed off teenage girl, her brown hair in soft ways, gelled and scrunched, the bangs going over the spans of her forehead and covering her right eye partially; with every movement her long hair seemed to move with it, shaking slightly, going along with every body motion she had. Her legs were long, slender, and she had the body frame of a lean and willowy volleyball and soccer player. Her body was tan, something she wasn't quite used to seeing as she was normally pale or simply white, no color tone.
"I mean, it isn't easy having these powers." Alaskarine cocked her head to the side, frowning slightly at Lord Montreal. "It isn't easy." she stated again as she glared that the intruder.