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[center][b]Entrance to the Courtyard(?)[/b][/center]
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[color=429dff]"It would be nice."[/color] Aleandra limited her response, taking another thought about the second-year, from what she could make out of him at least. She tried to ignore all the simple things which she caught on to, trying to be somewhat forgiving. He seemed nice at the very least, and it really wasn't all too bad that his attitude was so light. At least he wasn't acting all high and mighty, He had a slight pause, with his next statement lighting a smile up on the swordswoman's face.

[color=429dff]"I'm sure that answer would be one we both like. I look forward to talking with you."[/color] Aleandra gave him a nod of the head, with a soft wave as the Prince left. With a smile, she turned to Calisone, gesturing for him to come forward. He seemed pretty nice, and the girl looked forward to opportunities to spar with him in the upcoming weeks. Adjusting her cuff after the wave, that little habit keeps popping up as Aleandra focuses her attention on her own physical appearances, on top of the social ones. Not like she hadn't already kept all those up long before she exited the room. [color=429dff]"He seems nice. He offered a sparring match with the both of us."[/color]

[color=829fc9]"Again, my Princess, try not to get ahead of yourself. You have a habit of crashing after your failures."[/color] Her mentor spoke from experience, both in his own matches with her and by seeing her with other people. Granted, she mostly keeps it in, though there is a moment where she lets loose in a lot of matches and all of her small little anger from her own slight imperfections all get channeled into her blade. That little remark got her a bit irritated, although the returning gaze was enough to remind her that Calisone knew enough about her.

With a deep breath, Aleandra's hands went behind her back, looking once around the room. [color=429dff]"I'll head outside, just for a bit of fresh air. Please stay by the door, if possible."[/color] After confirming nod from her guard, Aleandra stepped out to the door, keeping her hands behind her back. As she exited the hall, she took a deep breath of the sea air, somewhat refreshing. Taking a quick gaze around the courtyard, she caught onto a face she recognized.

Ydrian. Old friend of hers, one of the few that she had. The familiarity of people was somewhat reassuring, as she could play catch up with several of her older friends, maybe see how much they've all changed. After all, she remembers a change of her own. She noticed that her old friend was somewhat busy in conversation, so she stopped her approach an appropriate distance away from the boy, gazing out to the water as she awaited for him to initiate.