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Tomai hadn't given the students any attention once they were dismissed, eyes focused on the words and symbols in the book in front of him. He had scarcely turned a page when Lienna approached him, even if he was a little surprised, but remained relaxed. Once the young woman had finished speaking, Tomai had sat up just a little--there was obviously very few topics that would gain his interest, but Lienna had definitely chosen the right one.

[color=red]"That's correct, Miss Orhneaht,"[/color] He said, giving zero attention to her previous pause and instead moving on with the conversation. [color=red]"Even before my days at the academy crests have always held a peculiar interest for me, and once the position was offered with free reign over my study subject, I agreed to it."[/color]

Closing the book, his finger lightly scratched at Michail's writing, though underneath was a clearly printed title: [i]The Father of Crestology's Top Theories[/i]. The book was plain otherwise, but when Tomai opened it again, a familiar crest to Lienna was shown with miniscule writing outlining the borders. [color=red]"Crest research noticeably slowed down in the last few centuries, only to reveal new possibilities in the last few decades and throwing nearly everything to the flames. I intend to find the reason why,"[/color] He tapped the Gautier crest before looking up at Lienna. [color=red]"Is there anything in particular you had in mind? Or did curiosity and boredom lead you today?"[/color]

Meanwhile, the quivering blonde girl had done as promised and stared directly at the desk, almost refusing to look at anyone. Her nerves eventually calmed down, but she felt tired. Once the rustle and bustle of the other students moving came around, Isolde stood, fully intending to go straight to her room and hide. Well, that wasn't entirely true, she was a little hungry. Maybe she could grab a snack and work on her sewing? The seamstresses did a good job on her uniform, but she felt her sleeves were a little on the long side. 

As the thought crossed her mind, a too-loud voice called out to her, and Isolde nearly cried. She was being invited somewhere? Oh, right, the...fight? Was it really a fight? Challenging a Knight was bold, yes, but she couldn't say it was wise. She had seen their strength firsthand, and while she wished it had been under better circumstances, she was acutely aware that messing with one was usually bad news. Isolde had half a mind to decline, but it'd be awkward if she didn't considering she had no good reason to decline. With a tiny sigh of defeat, Isolde shuffled towards the arena.

Kaira frowned as she watched Isolde, initially reaching out for her, but hesitated. She thought it best not to disturb the student, although she was a little alarmed at how many of them had instantly followed Michail. Some of them weren't even in the unit! Rubbing her temples, she felt it best to also go to the arena. She sincerely hoped no one would get injured and couldn't condone any of this, but at the very least she could step in if things got too dangerous.

Deciding to quickly make her way as well, she nearly bumped into Derec. [color=palegreen]"So sorry, Derec,"[/color] She immediately apologize, lightly tapping his shoulder before running off.

Derec only offered a small wave before taking his own leave. As tempting as it was to watch the fight, he knew Auberon wouldn't let him live it down if he missed it. Oh well, the outcome was obvious. Instead, Derec let his mind wander as he walked to the church, missing out on Kellen's subtle escape and Auberon noticing the former's absence. Truthfully, Derec wondered if he could speak to Lord Ioannis again before the day would end, preferably alone. By the looks of it, however, both the captain of the Knights of Seiros and the archbishop's right hand man wouldn't leave his side not even for a moment. Not during the sermon, and not after, either. Tedious, but he supposed it wasn't surprising.

Ioannis finished speaking with a nun when Clarissa approached him. He watched the girl curiously, his head following hers as she curtsied. His eyes lit up at her name, nodding as she finished talking. [color=springgreen]"Yes, Clarissa von Edmund of the Rose Unit. Or did we decide to call it the Rose Class? Either way, it's a pleasure to meet you,"[/color] His manner of speaking fit an adult rather than the child he was, and while his energy didn't match hers, it was obvious he was just as happy to talk to her as she was talking to him. [color=springgreen]"I'm so very pleased you have come, surely the Goddess is just as enthused as you are to have you here."[/color]

Auberon's arrival had surprised Ioannis a little, but he still shared his warm smile. [color=springgreen]"It's no trouble at all, and the honor is mine,"[/color] Ioannis asked, bowing his head as well. [color=springgreen]"Thank you for attending, I know the first day is full of excitement and disorientation, but hopefully Her words can bring you some strength to get through the day."[/color]

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