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[h2][i][b][color=6ecff6]Seyrun Riviathan[/color][/b][/i][/h2][img]http://i.imgur.com/Dpd0F9T.png[/img]
[i][color=6ecff6][u]     St. Hirst Academy, Courtyard     [/u][/color][/i]
[/center][color=6ecff6]"It was my honor,"[/color] Seyrun said as she parted ways with the group of first-years, after helping them find their way to the dining hall. The Nordic girl bowed politely to her guests. However, before she could get inside and find a place for herself, she turned around and took another look at the other students.

Seyrun's eyes scanned the crowd in search of some company that she was more acquainted with. They halted as soon as their owner spotted a girl sat alone while reading a book. Nadalena's doll like features were well known to Seyrun, after all both of them came from nations with a long history of both cooperation and rivalry with one another. It was no wonder that Seyrun sought to become friends with the Espenovan noble, no matter how hard she was to approach, Nadalena still was one of the few students at St. Hirst that could understand Seyrun's struggle, even if passingly.

A few moments later, the sound of light, calculated steps and the rustling of their uniform's fabric would be the first indicators of Seyrun's approach. At least until the Nordlander girl greeted Nadalena, saying, [color=6ecff6]"It's a pleasure meeting you again, Lady Nadalena. I hope you are having a good day."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Would it bother you if I sat over here while we wait for the ceremony to begin?"[/color] Seyrun asked, after taking a look at the Academy's clock tower and noticing that they still had almost a quarter of an hour of free time.
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