[center][h1]Nadalena Kofenstein[/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[sup] Ceremony Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies [/sup][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[quote=@KoL][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.[/quote]
[color=8E7C8D][i]What a surprise.[/i][/color]

Had Nadalena worn her feelings on her sleeves like other students she would’ve groaned in agitation; but she was taught better than that and knew full well such uncouth behavior was inappropriate even if it was how she truly felt. The approach from Seyrun may have been unwanted for the Espenovan girl but it was also very [i]predictable[/i]. Looking up from her book, Nadalena softened her lips into a friendly smile to give the illusion of amicability before replying in turn -- though she did notice she referred to her by informal honorifics instead of formal ones, as if this was the latter she would have referred to her as Lady Kofenstein and not Lady Nadalena. 

[color=8E7C8D]“Not at all, Lady Seyrun.”[/color]

After the appropriate amount of time has passed it did not take long for Nadalena to move from the courtyard to the ceremony hall, her timing was [i]accurate[/i] as it always was.

[color=8E7C8D][i]I miss Espenova.[/i][/color]

Fatigue born of nostalgia is what one of the instructors had called it. Though Nadalena disagreed. To the espenovan girl it was more like the people around her in the academy were the ones that gave her fatigue; their incessant actions and bothersome personalities were like unavoidable daggers and the anxiety she bore because of such was especially unpleasant. She supposed this was her father’s lesson? That mingling outside of one’s culture was a fool’s folly and while it was important to be able to tolerate them it was more important to be able to ignore them; and by the goddess, that was the challenge for her as she had such a difficult time doing it. So here she was, attempting to tolerate another year and being witness to another dull opening ceremony. Regardless of that fact it mattered very little in the long term, so with a disinterested expression on her face she stood onward listening to the prattling of a individual who thought they were more important than they actually were. But she supposed that was common of men and women who held little significance, especially in the south. 

As she stood up from her seat something in the recess of her mind began to bother her -- the opening ceremony this year felt [i]different[/i], though she couldn’t quite place why. Perhaps it was a idle curiosity, but one she could ignore just the same despite her thoughts traveling to wonderment of why the atmosphere was different for a mere moment. She just wanted to get on with the opening day, get to her room, inspect her class assignments, and do as she did in the previous year. As she walked forward following the end of the ceremony she remember to ready her curtsies and manners.  

[color=8E7C8D][i]Let’s just get this done and over with.[/i][/color]