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Yvaine was used to seeing stars, in manners both figurative and literal. In the Church of the Celestial, it's the third body that completes the Trinity, the iridescent orbs of hope that guide you through the darkness. More literally, she loved to lay under the night sky and gaze at the infinite galaxy of stars that greeted her without fail. Stars are a part of the very nature of her magic and she sees them everywhere.

That said, when a whirlwind of a force suddenly collided against her, sending her head slamming against the professor's podium, it was an entirely new type of stars she saw. They danced about her vision, bouncing against walls and making the room spin around her. 

Yvaine was slow to process the chaotic string of events that followed, although she remained vaguely aware as it unfolded. First, the hard rock that collided against her had apologized. Oh! It was a person! The boy, Caelum he'd said—a wonderfully saintly name, she thought belatedly—had an easy laughter that made her instantly at ease.

[color=#fcd17d]"It's okay!"[/color] Yvaine assured, smiling even as her hands flew up to press against the piercing pain on her forehead.

Another classmate came forward then, although Yvaine was too dazed to grasp the entirety of her spiel. Something about miracles and obsessed brothers, perhaps? Her joyful disposition was contagious, but their esteemed professor didn't seem amused. Instead, he seemed upset as he moved to settle the class.

Yvaine dutifully obeyed when he called for them to find seats, and in her search for an open one, she locked gazes with another student, one with kind eyes and a welcoming smile. It seemed to Yvaine at first that the friendly girl was beckoning for her to join her, but it was the other student, Verena, who she meant to call over after all. She smiled their way anyway, just because. In the end, she hardly had the chance to sit before an announcement sounded and the professor started leading them outside. 

She was among the last to leave the classroom, trailing after a stately-looking boy who mumbled to himself in a language she was unfamiliar with. As she walked out with her hands still pressing against her forehead, she wondered idly if the boy had also accidentally hit his head against a Caelum and a podium.

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The opportunity to simply sit back and watch the welcome ceremony did wonders to ease her headache. Yvaine was able to fully appreciate the headmaster's speech, and the excited history buff in her was overjoyed at the mere sight of him. Before today, the great Alphonse Augustine was only a name in her book. Now he was delivering a rousing speech and it was directed towards her! The announcement and showcasing of the Miracle Seven only continued to fan the flames of fervor within her.

By the time the professor dismissed them, Yvaine felt restless. She felt compelled to make the headmaster proud. To strive for the esteem and recognition of the Miracle Seven. To hone her magic. To help save the world from evil. But perhaps, more pressingly, she wanted to know more about everything and everyone.

Starting with her classmates. 

Fighting the urge to wander about and examine each and every delightful stall lined up about the school grounds, Yvaine roamed around in search of her classmates instead. Because of her tardiness, there were only a handful whose name she knew, but she was certain she would recognize them even in passing. These were all friends in the making! Yvaine had always dreamed of being a part of something special like this, a group with which she could foster a sense of togetherness and develop a tight-knit bond.

[b][color=fff79a]"Oh! Miss Yvaine, over here~! Do join us!"[/color][/b]

As though hearing her wishes, a cordial voice called out to her. Yvaine was delighted to find the kindly girl from class, still as welcoming as she had been earlier. With her was a more unfamiliar face, although one she was certain was a classmate. There was an admirable sense of composure that radiated from her, and a coolness that was almost in stark contrast with the other girl's warm amicability.

Yvaine watched as the two girls acquainted themselves, then followed suit, gently reaching out to hold their hand. Instead of a handshake as would have been customary, she held their hands to her heart instead. In the priory, it was a gesture of sincerity. [color=#fcd17d]"I would very much love to be friends with you both! May I ask for your names?"[/color]

Then as an afterthought, she gestured--with her hand and the one she still held--toward a food stall she had passed. Her eyes glittered with unbridled excitement. [color=#fcd17d]"Would you like to try out that delicious pastry? I've never smelled anything so sweet."[/color]

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