[B]Gratia Mindaro - Airship[/B]

"[color=66cd00]My team was nominated for the annual cultural exchange with Beacon,[/color]" she explained, her flat tone unwavering even as she revealed more information to the boy she now considered 'slightly above the unwashed masses'. Her gaze had yet to let up, onyx eyes boring into the other teenager's grey ones as they met. "[color=66cd00]I took the opportunity.[/color]"

[i]Does he use gel for that weirdass cowlick thing?[/i]

The question her conversation partner had asked was somewhat difficult for her to answer. Relenting to her team's choice to fly all the way here to Vale had not really been a decision made with any underlying motives. Gratia had, after a certain amount of thought and consultation with her family, taken the leap upon realising that there was little reason not to, and that the opportunity to do so would not have been one that could return in the future. An all-expenses paid trip over to a kingdom so far from her native city-state to experience how learning was conducted at the relatively-prestigious Beacon Academy was not exactly enticing, but it was certainly of enough interest to her that she had decided to simply tag along with the rest of VGNB and pop over to see how inferior Vale was to Mistral.

She had already found one shitty aspect in the form of the public transport.

[i]He's relatively athletic, it seems. Likely another Beacon student.[/i]

Her eyes continued to stare holes into Luke, expression completely unchanging.