[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]Dɪɴɪɴɢ Hᴀʟʟ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ[/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center][indent][color=lightsteelblue]"That was a fine beginning for a new term,"[/color] Seyrun said to herself as she finished her room arrangements walked into the dinning hall after fulfilling her promise of treating a group of eager first-years.

The blue-haired girl had a dual purpose in mind for the time being. The first was simple to accomplish, she intended to take this chance to share a meal with Nadalena as well as continue their previous conversation. Seyrun’s second purpose was much more arcane, but it certainly had something to do with the rolled manuscript that was held in her right hand.

One could only wonder what was in the mind of the trouble-maker Princess of Nordland that was enticing enough to make her bean a foxy smile as she looked for a table that was at least partially unoccupied.

[color=lightsteelblue]"Good afternoon, would you mind sharing this table with myself and upcoming acquaintance,"[/color] as she found a table occupied by a solitary blonde with a chagrined expression stamped in her face.[/indent][hr]