[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/LKcsd6y.png[/img][/center]
[hr][hr]

Rivka, Selma, Crystal and Aoife were all misfits, which you'd think would make Chie an exception among them, but the general sense of feeling out-of-place at the military ball hadn't escaped her, either. Her eyes were generally found wandering during the speeches, boredom striking her as much it does any girl her age. She didn't show it on her impassive face, honed through starting to get used to her teammates, but Chie was wanting to just bolt right out of the whole endeavour. Rivka and Crystal had a harder time masking it, though. [i]Everyone[/i] did, really. The served dinner felt less gratifying than their usual, even though it was of a higher quality. There wasn't much conversation happening between the five of them, making for a stiffer atmosphere.

As not much was happening, Chie took a moment to ponder about her time at Nova Lux so far. She'd spent most of it either in training, or with Selma in their room. Selma was nice, but Chie felt like she was a bad fit- the tree of a girl was always trying to encourage Chie, who just nodded along each time without much input. While it's true Chie hadn't really gotten over her screw-up in the initial demonstrations, she'd been trying to make up for it by losing herself in the aforementioned training. Every chance she got, she'd practice and practice. Practice until she was sore all over, until her magic had been exhausted. The instructors, of course, told her not to push herself, met with a response of her saying she'd try, but she never actually did try to reel it in. Chie felt some burning drive, some obligation to live up to her peers. Even when Selma had told her she didn't need to.

As much as she liked to muse, though, Chie noticed a shifting figure in the corner of her eye, which had pulled her away from the realm of dreams. "Rivka?" she muttered. It wasn't really her calling out to the other girl, mostly just a reflex. Chie noticed the music that had begun to be played and assumed Rivka wished to go dance.

"Aha, I didn't think Rivka was the type for a waltz..." she said to the other four. Chie leaned forward a bit, resting her head in her hand. She gave Selma a sideway glance. "I've never actually done one before. Do you think we should try it out?" she asked. The question was aimed at everyone, but Chie's stare made it seem like she was talking directly to her roommate, asking her for a dance as opposed to one of the officers there.