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Early mornings were no stranger to Clarissa, waking before or with the sun since she was a child, and her usual morning energy bubbled with excitement at the prospect of Arena training. She found it a pleasant surprise that Professor Michail was so eager at the early hour; while she conceded his expertise in the manner of war, she’d found his personality and attitude lacking overall. Perhaps it was how eerily similar he and Jorah were and if that were the case, she had only had room for one of that sort and Jorah had long claimed that spot. 

And as if on cue, Professor Michail swore in front of an arena full of nobles and Clarissa sighed. Was she unfamiliar with foul mouthed, crude language that seemed to pervade the masses? No, of course not. She’d walked the streets of her home and not everyone guards their tongue so well when they think they’re out of sight around a corner or down the street but she disliked the vulgarity. There were so many other ways to express yourself with a similar intensity that it baffled her that anyone chose such impropriety, especially in front of an assembly of students promised a high standard of learning. 

While waiting for Professor Roland to set up the targets, Clarissa considered Professor Malathice's advice. He’s said r runes were drawn well and reasonably paced, if the lack of criticism was anything to go by, but she’d clearly spent too much time focusing on her restorative magic if her Nosferatu spell was noticeably weaker than her restorative magic. She wasn’t entirely sure the best way to go about that but with both Professor Malathice and Professor Simeon in attendance, she was certain she’d have it figured out by the end of the day. She made her way to the cluster of training targets dedicated to magical practice and picked one, drawing heavily on the familiar well of righteous indignation. 

Only to startle at the sudden appearance of the newest member of the Unit. Honestly, she’d all but forgotten about him in the emotional turbulence of the past few days which was strange. Rarely did she find herself so inattentive that she missed an entire person’s presence, much less someone she was unfamiliar with in a group she was around regularly. She recalled a similar experience when he was introduced. Did he really have such little presence that he could just vanish? 

What a strange boy.

Shaking herself out of her contemplation of Rudolf’s oddity, she turned to focus on her own target. She focused on her movements, runes of light dancing from the tips of her fingers to swirl in front of her, and drew on the familiar font of faith and determination that fueled all her magic before she released the spell with a flick of her wrist. Light burst out from beneath the target and she smiled at the pleasant feeling of shimmer light soaking into her skin like a warm hug on a cold night. 

[color=FF650E]“I don’t think I’ve had an opportunity to introduce myself yet. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, outside of Professor Michail’s brief introduction.”[/color] Clarissa offered Rudolf a curtsy once she'd completed her spell. The battle had distracted her from her original goal; make connections and allies and while training wasn’t enough time for anything remotely resembling a decent conversation, she wasn’t about to let him fade away before she got something rolling. [color=FF650E]“I’m Clarissa von Edmund.”[/color]