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[hr][color=gray][b]Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ Cᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ [/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center]
[indent][color=8E7C8D]“You can call the book The Princess and The Pilot. Do be sure to give me credit.”[/color] Nadalena uttered, moving a strand of hair from her face as a gentle breeze blew forward. A smug, self-important smile was on her face, obviously proud of the joke she had just made.

[color=8E7C8D]“Where do you find the time for all of these first years? You haven't even been back for a whole day yet. Your dilligence and patience surprises even me. But I digress. I don't think any of us have plans for lunch today. It is everyone's first day back, after all.”[/color]

Her statement wasn't exactly avoiding the question, but she sure as hell didn't give a obvious “yes” or “no”. For those who knew Nadalena they understood that this was her way of supposing she didn't have anything better to do and that she could humor their presence for such a time. Though, Nadalena did still prefer not to have to deal with such a meeting, but Seyrun was rather accommodating in the past so she had little issues with her personal character beyond thinking she was a bother. It took a lot for the Espenovan girl to actively dislike someone.

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