[center][h3][b][color=6ecff6][u]Seyrun Riviathan[/u][/color][/b][/h3][/center][hr][hr][i][u][color=6ecff6]St. Hirst Academy, Dining Hall, Midday          [/color][/u][/i]

[color=6ecff6]"Well now, Nadia, if I knew you appreciated fencing, I would have officially invited you to Our tournament. While the arms of Nordland will always be open to embrace any of my fellow schoolmates, you'll always be a special case. Actually, when was it that we have last been in a formal party together? It feels like it was ages ago. Doesn't even looks like we are both princesses of neighboring nations,"[/color] Seyrun declared with excitement, Going as far as using majestic plural to address the other princess not in her name, but as Nordland itself. A few well-timed gestures were added here and there to make her flattering of Nadalena even more dramatic. What the tomboyish girl lacked in class, when compared with Nadalena's pedigree, she excelled in charm. Or at least showmanship.

Seyrun laughed a bit after her flamboyant display. This lunch was indeed being the best event of the day by far. What turned it even better were the looks some of the other students gave her. A place such as this, when she could as free as she wanted was certainly the favorite of Seyrun. Anyway, as soon as a small break in the conversation allowed her to address the hanging threads, left by Sina and Tilia.

[color=6ecff6]"Well, I surely will consider your offer. Especially, if it means to spend more time in the company of someone as gracious as you, Miss Segert. In fact, I may as well not mind a thousand years of imprisonment,"[/color] Seyrun replied to Sina's tease about the detention joke. She wasn't even joking completely. Being sent to detention was going to be a novelty. Seyrun certainly wondered what kind of punishment they had there.

[color=6ecff6]"You don't need to worry, Miss Fitzgerald. I heard enough of you already and certainly know that I'll appreciate your company as well. I like the, hmm... spirit of the Columbian people and you are certainly every bit as boisterous and amicable as I'd expect,"[/color] Seyrun said to Tilia. A gracious smile decorated her face as the Nordic girl adapted her behavior with preternatural skill, sailing the social waters like a well-seasoned captain sails the brave seas.
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