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[B]Mindaro Mondays - Galla[/B]

A woman had chosen to sit down next to her. The presence of another person on the bench was noticeable; in the corner of her eyes, she could see the flowing red locks, and the quiet shuffling of clothing had not been drowned out by the bustling sounds of the campus grounds. She continued to silently watch the airships glide through the clear Valic skies, delivering their passengers to their assigned destinations. The woman wasn't doing anything. It was not something particularly unexpected; she had no knowledge of the other party, and the reverse was most likely a fact as well.

It didn't really matter that much. All she really needed to do was to wait. The silent glances sent in her direction were of little importance to her.

However, the frequency of the glances suggested an interest in her. Galla turned her head, her hazel eyes meeting the vermilion orbs of the other woman through a curtain of jet-black hair. There were symbols on the woman's face, arranged in a manner akin to tribal markings she had observed in documentaries. Shades of red were ever-present on the figure; prior experience suggested that due to the large amount of colour, the likelihood of the taller woman being a huntress was rather high. She didn't know for what reason a huntress or likely huntress-in-training would take interest in her, but it appeared that such had occurred.

She didn't particularly care for why, but beyond the dull sounds of soft breathing, nothing else had left the other woman's mouth.

"[color=DFFF00]Hello.[/color]"

She supposed if the other woman wished to enquire something of her, she would start the conversation necessary for such.