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[h1][center][color=crimson]Lorelai De Windt[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

While Lorelai wasn't exactly proficient with computers, even she knew how to get by enough to perform school work and research on it. Granted if she ever did more then that and looking at pictures of cats, she'd probably brick a computer from clicking targeted adds. So to hear Seirin had no idea whatsoever really solidified the image of a cloistered noble withdrawn from the world by responsibilities she was borne to without any regard for her own choices. No wonder she snuck away the first chance she got. Being told assassins where after her was probably what they told her since she was five to get her in bed on time.

Well, if there was a credible threat, Lorelai was confident they'd be a match for any thugs sent to rough up her pretty head. 

While she was entertaining thoughts of righteous walloping, she looked back only to find half the group had collapsed, somehow  tired from their leisurely stroll. Weird, maybe they can't handle the mountain air?

[color=crimson]"Alright, I'll go get food for everyone. There will be more takoyaki then I can shake a stick at, and Helena knows that's an awful lot!"[/color] Came her nonsensical decree, eyes aflame with passion as she thrust out her hand, as though beckoning another soul to join her. [color=crimson]"Since I have nothing to balance it on my back with, who shall lend me a hand carrying it back?"[/color]