[B]Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Cafeteria (Monday, Early Morning ~6-7am)[/B]

This early in the morning on a day without classes, the Beacon Academy cafeteria was a place of quiet, its usual din replaced with a pondering silence. Few students populated the ha

ll, and of those that were present, they were quite content to eat their breakfast in tranquility, possibly engaging in some casual, but light, conversation with any friends that were sitting at their tables. Gratia Mindaro was one of those students that had woken early for their food, having chosen to sit by her lonesome at a table close to the cafeteria entrance. A pale white plate sat in front of her, upon which rested several lightly buttered croissants, a banana, and some vanilla yoghurt. Placed on the table next to her plate was her battered old phone, displaying its clock. At this point in time, her family had yet to arrive.

She calculated the how long she would need to spend on her breakfast before properly rendezvousing with her parents for the day's proceedings. There was more than enough time available, fortunately, but she would still endeavour to complete her tasks as quickly as possible. It was highly important that she made as much time for her family as possible.

Gratia quietly picked up a croissant, biting into it with the efficient movements one would have come to expect of her. The bread of Valic bakers was tolerable enough, and thus able to avoid irking her senses. She chewed for a second, and then another, before biting into the bread once more.

The Mistralese girl continued to eat in silence.

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