[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a37fb4c2-51c4-43dd-9d04-7b13e78155ed.jpg[/img][color=lightsteelblue][h2]SEYRUN RIVIATHAN[/h2][/color][hr][color=gray][b]Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ Cᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ [/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center][indent][color=lightsteelblue]"That's a pretty good idea for a title. I knew that I could count on you when it comes to literary issues,"[/color] Seyrun said in a completely earnest tone. After all, while Seyrun was by no means uneducated—she wouldn't be sitting on this bench if she was— but she always admired Nadalena for her way with words. The raven-haired girl had a knack for these matters that Seyrun lacked, except perhaps when it came to the next subject of their conversation.

[color=lightsteelblue]"It's less of a matter of finding time for them and more of they squeezing it out of me. It all began after I helped some of them find their way around the Academy, but the story escalated fast after they began to call me a Prince Charming or something like this. Can you believe on that?"[/color]  Seyrun said in a totally nonchalant voice. In fact, she was having more fun with the idea than anything else, which was pretty evident in the smirk she had stamped in her face. [color=lightsteelblue]"But I'm pretty sure you won't want to hear about such outlandish stories, right?"[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]"Anyway, I'll meet you at lunch, then. As long as the weather is fine we can even have it in the garden,"[/color] the blue-haired girl said, as soon as Nadalena said that she could join her.
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