“Fine, then. I’ll go first.”
Bizz said and took a deep breath.
“I’m Byzantine Lingo, from Mistral. I...”
She paused. ‘How should I say it?’ She thought. Memories of her childhood passed by. How would they take it?
“I’ve been longing to come to Beacon all my life.”
She finished her introduction, and shook her head to refresh her mood.
“Who’s next?”