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Krysanthe yelled a sound of confirmation back at Skyra as she showered, finishing up relatively quickly as she wanted to be early. It was a shame Skyra didn't feel like playing in the events. She expected them to a be a lot of fun, but Skyra likely didn't enjoy parent day. Krysanthe was well aware that many students weren't as lucky as her to have two fully functioning parents that loved her, but much she could do about it. If Skyra wanted to do her own thing, then dragging her around wouldn't help matters. The warm water was shut off and Krysanthe dried off, spending a few moments on her hair before putting on a pair of shorts and a casual brightly colored t-shirt. Then she picked up her red scarf and was off to where the airships landed. 

Lynn and Randolf stepped of the airship, scanning the crowd of people already here briefly. It wasn't hard to find their daughter, she stood rather tall in the crowd and though she was from from the only person brightly dressed, it didn't hurt. Lynn stood just a hair or two shorter than Randolf, her long yellow hair making the origin of Krysanthe's own obvious. She appeared to be around 35 but her youthful energy made it hard to tell. Lynn's green eyes locked onto her daughter and she quickly shot a hand into the air to wave with a cheery grin on her face, hurrying over.

Randolf stood dressed professional in a nice black button up shirt and equally nice pants, a contrast to Lynn's casual skirt and flowery blouse, and his brown hair slicked back looking dull besides his wife's brighter head of hair. He was smiling pleasantly but not as over-energetic as Lynn and simply raised a hand in greeting, deep blue eyes merry at seeing his daughter again. He looked to be around five years older then his wife, The family quickly reunited with a group hug. Lynn immediately began firing off questions, [i]"So, how've you been? I want to hear everything, how are classes, you told us you're a team leader! Did you go on a mission yet? Did you meet any boys?"[/i]

The last question was somewhat suspicious but all of them were rapid fire and filled with excitement. Randolf laughed in response to his wife's antics, his voice soothingly deep. [i]"Now now Lynn, give her a chance to breath, I'm sure she wants to tell us all about it."[/i] 

Krysanthe let out a beaming smile at both her parents, [color=yellow]"Of course I'll tell you everything, but we gotta head to the gym, I signed up for a race."[/color] They started making their way towards the gym, Krysanthe telling her parents about how being a team leader was going, how their first mission had gone, about classes and her teachers. Not about Ebon yet though, that could wait.

It didn't take long for her reminiscing to be interrupted by a burst of static and the announcement that the race was starting. [color=yellow]"Oh that's my cue, I'm off, wish me luck!"[/color] she said and made her way to the starting line. No weapons and one semblance use, pretty simple. Well except for the one semblance use thing. Could she just keep it on? It was technically using it once becau- [b]BANG[/b] - Krysanthe's body shot into motion as her mind was kick-started out of overthinking into action. Straight away, jump, rope, wall. Easy. A dead sprint to gather speed, keeping up with the best of them, and she hurled herself forward, grabbing one of the ropes and swinging forward, her body arching to pick up more speed.

As she let go of the rope her semblance kicked in, making her light enough to practically soar through the air, making a substantial way up the wall: even stylish flipping as she did so, hair and scarf flailing wildly and entirely skipping the slope by a good margin. Krysanthe had a devilish grin on her face, excited by the competition and the fairly high-speed maneuver. She scrambled up the climbing wall, her finger strength perhaps not the best, but making speedy progress none the less with her ability to leap up and skip a peg or two, making the harder sections easier. Soon she'd be at the top and racing off to the next section.