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[b]Marsail Cirsium[/b]

"[color=b53389]And winning is not getting too skittled?[/color]"

If that was the victory condition, then she was completely sure in her ability to remain as unfrazzled as possible before the faculty finally made their appearance. The wait was a restless one, and Marsail Cirsium could not say that she was unaffected by the growing anticipation, but she was not so anxious as to act out because of something so small.

She doubted her companion would either.

Marsail didn't know Conall particularly well, despite having attended Signal alongside him. However, she was familiar with her fellow graduate's reputation, and the easygoing demeanour he was displaying was nothing that ran counter to what she had heard during her time in the academy. She was very much doubtful that he could be inflamed from that lounging - she quirked an eyebrow up at how comfortable he seemed in the amphitheatre seating - position by merely waiting on something to happen on the stage.

She supposed that was being cool-headed.