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[center][b]Princess Aleandra's Private Quarters,The Conclave[/b][/center]
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[color=429dff]"I think we're done here, Synce?"[/color]

"As far as I can see." The blonde turned to her older maid with her hand extended off to her sides, shifting her gaze off to her own dress as a final inspection. At this point, she was just doing her final touch-ups as was Valera, off to her rear checking up on the rest of her dress. With a slight adjustment for the cuffs of her sleeves, Valera spoke up. "Completed here, my lady." The younger maid stood up, as the two both went over for another visual inspection of Aleandra's clothing. First impressions always mattered, and the particular mannerisms for this venue had to be kept up if Aleandra were to keep up her attitudes on the rest of nobility and herself. She had to be conducted in a proper tone, why wouldn't she? Setting a precedent for herself kept the bar high.

And that's why she's been here in the first place. Keeping the bar about 7 feet in the air and hoping she could jump that far. Aleandra's gaze shifted to the windows as she mentally prepared herself for approaching whoever she would meet there in the hall and the courtyard. She would have to keep up appearances no matter what, even if she did run into her friends. She did wish to talk to Rhelissa, it had been quite some time since the last verbal exchange the two had. As for Anareliea, well, not here likely. Not in public, their conversation would have to happen in private, for an assortment of reasons. Mostly impressions for the both of them, and then of course the privacy of having their conversations alone would have some reassurance for honesty and transparency.

Brendan. Another name that stuck out, neighbors who were acquainted. He did seem nice. Other than that, her limited experience out of the kingdom was somewhat restricting, with not too many times to meet other people than she already knew. She would like to meet some others, though quite honestly she was expecting nothing but stuck up entitled brats. In her opinion, those people were just the worst form of royalty, and her own pedestal is only so high up due to her expectations for them. Unfortunately, few of them actually hit that bar of holding that form of standards. It was quite irritating.

Ydrian, well. They were somewhat cut off after the past few years, whether it was unfortunate or not. Again, limited experience out of the kingdom, leading up to only her older brothers commentary about a lot of people. Knowing him and their differentiating ideologies, "impressive" and "friendly" could mean some assorted things, considering his tone. She wasn't all too worried, but from experience by Anareliea, people change. But impressions matter, and she was somewhat hopeful that all her childhood friends were at least good company.

All in all, she would have to be ready for all sorts of people. Despite knowing she wouldn't blend all too well with a large chunk of the people here, Aleandra knew that she had impressions to make and that mask of hers to keep up. It was basically defining, and she had no intent on breaking face. Absolutely none.

Aleandra took a deep breath, turning to the door. After her few seconds in her own thought, thinking about how everything was going to be, she stepped forward. Valera proceeded to open the door, where Ser Calisone was promptly awaiting her to escort her into the hall. [color=829fc9]"Are you ready, My Princess?"[/color]

[color=429dff]"Yes. I'm hoping not to get into a duel on the first day, but it would make quite the impression to win a duel first day.”[/color] Aleandra smiled softly, looking up to her guard.

[color=829fc9]“That might be unwise, especially on the off chance you might lose.”[/color] At that slight comment, Aleandra’s facial expression shifted, though she knew Calisone only meant well. She did tend to get fired up in duels, a slight part of her perfectionist personality, taking pride in her blade. So she figured, with a deep breath, that if all went well, she could prove herself eventually. Socially, she needed to prove herself now.

[center][b]The Imperial Great Hall,The Conclave[/b][/center]
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[color=429dff][i]’Ever Diligent, Mask Up.'[/i][/color]

While the Grand Keeper’s speech was a bit drawn out, it had intent. Other than setting the scene for all the students, it gave them reason to be devoted to this cause, despite how they might feel about this school. Some despised it sure, but the man was quite serious about everyone here being the future. And that, set something to be known about how the conduct here was to be played out.

It's as if he were trying to put some form of faith into these people where they could create a better world for essentially all nations united, a quite beautiful goal for inviting the future. She wondered if he was serious about him being welcoming, many people said that without meaning, and only to keep appearance. Aleandra didn't know which one she was most times, but she tries to be as welcoming as the Grand Keeper was. 

Ah yes, what a better tone to start the year off. Nothing less than perfection at this stage, as Aleandra took her slow pacings around the hall. Calisone wasn't too far behind, as she searched for the familiar faces of those she knew. And of course, those new who she hadn't been acquainted with. First impressions mattered, with her hands behind her back and searching around for her old friends. Anareliea and Rhelissa were both in conversation, somewhat unfortunate in the case of the latter, though this gave her more opportunity in the case of everyone else. 

With Brendan out of view, she couldn't seem to start that conversation up to properly meet him as he truly was. Somewhat unfortunate once more. As she contemplated looking around for Ydrian, another boy gave her a bow, returned by a curtsy. Only a proper greeting for the time and place.

He spoke up as if he didn't want to be here. Perfectly fine, Aleandra might have preferred it back home, but here was her best shot at both the throne and enhancing her standing. [color=429dff]“I enjoy it so far. The standards allow us to strive for better while we attempt to impress our people. If you have an expectation of me not aiming to please my people, you're talking to the wrong person. Thank you for the advice though.”[/color]

With a gentle smile in return to his, she attempted to lighten up her attitude slightly, in order to spark up some form of connection between the two. He seemed to be a bit more relaxed than she was, for some relatively obvious reasons (the most prominent being Aleandra herself). He didn't seem to care all too much about being casual, referring to as Miss, which gave Aleandra some indication as to what kind of person he was. It's only a matter of time to see whether or not he sees himself as high and mighty, and that would determine the two’s relationship.

[color=429dff]“Aleandra Pridedane. It's a pleasure to meet you, Haytham.”[/color] With a small nod of the head, she looked back to Calisone, who stood a few feet back as not to seem intrusive of her matters. Adjusting her cuffs was a slight habit she has in the middle of conversation, hoping to get somewhere with it, if gave her a second or two of thinking time. [color=429dff]“Is it that rare to find someone who enjoys formalities? Or just finding someone who enjoys this school?”[/color]