[@Suku][@HereComesTheSnow][@Plank Sinatra][@Sho Minazuki] [B]Mindaro Mondays - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yG8gffAuCtU]A-Side[/url][/B] "[color=9ACD32]I don't really wish to leave her waiting long if she's already searching,[/color]" agreed the Mindaro matriarch, a quiet hmm leaving her as her expression shifted into a ponderous one. "[color=9ACD32]But we wouldn't know where to start! If she already ran into Galla, we might already have a text, but I don't want to greet her by phone ...[/color]" Her voice seemed to drift off, as if she was trying to take more time to think on what their course of action would be. "[color=ADFF2F]She already knows we're coming, dear,[/color]" supplied her husband, glancing up from the map and turning to face Severa, his feet now moving backwards to continue their progress. "[color=ADFF2F]Quasi infaisible to surprise her now.[/color]" A protesting tone entered Severa's voice. "[color=9ACD32]I definitely did not wish to surprise her with our presence. Besides-[/color]" She glanced over at Jericho, smiling at him with warm eyes. "[color=9ACD32]-She would be more surprised to see a friend attend the same school as her, non?[/color]" Their steps had slowed to the stop. Before them, as expected from the highly detailed information on the map Valentinian was still grasping onto, was the door to Team Vignoble's dormitory, a plain and innocuous object that, despite its simple appearance, was the only border between them and the personal spaces of the residents inside. In the time that the group had been talking and walking, the Mindaro patriarch had led them to the rooms where Gratia would rest. For the girl's two parents, it was one of the places on the campus that they were most eager to visit. Even if their daughter wasn't present, they would still be able to see if Gratia was still taking care of herself well even so far from them. Was her room neat and tidy? Did she remember to clean her clothes properly? What were her teammates like? All information the two wanted to know about! --- [B]Mindaro Mondays - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y37pv5G5Wj8]B-Side[/url][/B] Although she would have very much preferred to be commiserating with her little sister over anything else, it was still necessary for Gratia to acknowledge the remainder of the people gathered (besides Kuze). Their relevance to her was utterly miniscule, and had it been in any other situation, she would not have given a damn about who they were. However, they had sought to engage her and the younger Mindaro in conversation, so there was no other option but to respond. Her cool, onyx gaze watched them. For foolish members of the unwashed masses, they yet seemed irksome. Hopefully, that would not change. The one that had addressed her was an entirely unknown figure to her. A complete stranger, which made his familiarity with her given name rather strange to her. The Mistralese girl would not have forgotten somebody with that [i]utterly ridiculous[/i] hair. It was akin to some dagger protruding backwards from the top of his head. She may have encountered hair that defied logic elsewhere on campus, but unlike those strands, the blue [i]thing[/i] on the boy's head looked to be the fucking start of a suicide bombing on a catwalk. "[color=66cd00]Who the hell are you?[/color]" she asked flatly, her modulated cadence showing no sign of her focus on that hairstyle. Talking about fucking absurd hairstyles was something she could leave to later. What was more important was identifying this stranger (even if he was slightly familiar). Kuze's protest passed her with little acknowledgement. No matter what the shorter Huntress may have claimed, the disappointing "battle" they had fought during that lacking sparring class had failed to convince her of ability with that weapon. It had utterly failed to [i]satisfy[/i] her, and the penalisation given by Goodwitch still continued to be a rather irksome memory. However, that wasn't something she needed to care about right now. Indeed, there were more future opportunities to determine if Cian Kuze could be a satisfying [i][b]eNEMy[/b][/i] for her to battle in the fullest. She needed to make the most of her time now with her family. On that topic, however ... Her eyes focused upon the strands of hair present on the two sisters. Black-haired, possessing a familiar air of tolerability ... the question from that other male Hunter only confirmed it. So it seemed that these were Luke's sisters. They were a lot more fucking excitable than he was, that was for sure. "[color=DFFF00]Sure,[/color]" said her own little sister from beside her in response to the Schwarz Sibling's proposition. Galla's tone showed no enthusiasm, but Gratia didn't expect to find any in the first place. The younger Mindaro was so dry of any care for the rest of the world to the point that a pillar was more emotional. --- [b]Teàrlag Cirsium - "Student Counselor", Armoury[/b] "[color=d8bfd8]Do you know the basics, at least?[/color]" I ask. It's not normally a question you'd expect to ask of a brat trying to become a Huntsman, you know, but turns out that there have been folks admitted to this school without any basic knowledge at all! I was a pretty big idjit back when I was a wee lass too, but at least I knew how things functioned. Then again, I was from a family of Hunters. Not everyone in the world can have the same advantages in background, and no matter how integrated the use of Dust may be in society, there will always be those who just don't have the chance to approach Dust the same way. But it's not like that's an excuse if you're already in the bloody school. If you want to go hunting, you gotta at least know what Dust is, right? You'd be a nincompoop not to.