The light of the morning beat upon Roanesca. A blue-striped button shirt, which was one of the orphanage-given clothing and re-tailored to fit her tall, skinny frame, pressed to her body, with a plain black undershirt visible inbetween the unbuttoned lapel folds. A face, characterized by a tomboyish cut, big rounded eyes and a seemingly perpetual slightly confused expression sat below her distinctive hat, ornamented by the regenerative peach of her home village's Sacred Tree. As a voice of a boy inquiring her demonic affinity drew close to her ear, Roanesca's head twisted to the back, taking attention to a boy wearing a shirt that looked like merchandise for a ritualistic cult, thinking that AC/DC is an abbreviation of Academy's Cult/Demon Club while unaware that it's actually the name of a prolific rock and roll band.

Roanesca stood silently, slightly puzzled at how she's been mistaken for a demon-- but more puzzled about how does the boy even say that as if demons were a regular occurrence in the Orean Cause. What's more, is that this man is naturally white-haired, probably something more to confirm her speculation that this school is not merely an ordinary pedagogical institution.

Roanesca cleared her throat briefly.

[color=0076a3]"What demon? Zi'm just human. What makes zou think zat, ja?"[/color] The hatted girl attested, wringing her face into an even more curious expression. [color=0076a3]"Demons, ja? In ze school, ja?"[/color]