A sensible response, it was, if nothing else. Though she didn't completely agree that it was the person who had say in the value of a piece of clothing, she kept her opinions to herself in this case. There wasn't any point in refuting his words, after all. Arara restrained a smile at his casual 'dropping' of his surname, that of Armstrong. A sensible, perceptive person. Surprisingly rare in this world. Adopted, perhaps, judging by that slight delay in 'mother', though she may have just been reading into it too much. Instead, she shifted her attention towards the new person that Orion was introducing, a Reya Descrata. Somewhat simple hairstyle, but it was remarkably straight and sleek. The red clothing matched well too, though it was from one of the smaller brands.

Curtsying in response to the raven-haired girl's compliment, Arara replied, diplomatically, [b]“Pleased to be of acquaintance, Reya. I hope we have a productive first year together.”[/b] The Descartas family name was faintly recognizable, but it didn't feel like it had anything to do with business. Military family? Hunter family? Felt more likely, at least. The type of family name that would be featured prominently in newspapers. Yet she couldn't exactly place the name at the moment, and thus, made a mental note to check that out later. Curiousity? Stalker-ish? Perhaps, but it helped her avoid landing on any psychological scars or emotional landmines, at least. She learned during her second year at her private school not to ask about sensitive topics, after all. Even if it didn't feel major to herself.

Finally addressing Tirren, Arara shrugged at his compliment. [b]“It's not as hard if you were raised up around those subjects. Don't worry too much about the last name thing, Tirren. I probably should have accounted for the difference in etiquette beforehand. And we should probably stop dawdling and get in the auditorium already, shouldn't we?”[/b]

With that, she turned around, and walked off, taking the final steps towards the auditorium.

Then, a trap seemed to have activated, and the surrounding trees were suddenly catapulting blobs of goo and foliage at anyone nearby.

Her reaction was immediate, her execution flawless.

An orange spark lit in her eyes.

An instant before the first disgusting collection of weird shit fell onto her, Arara's visage shimmered, before a translucent, orange 'pulse' seemed to expand outwards in a spherical manner, bending and distorting the air as it pushed the blobs away from her, quite literally sending the projectiles back to their owners.

If one had a tool that could read Aura levels, they would have noticed that Arara's Aura levels fluctuated from that release, not falling, but dipping, and then recovering just as quickly.

Yet none of the crowd noticed, and lackadaisically doing a pointlessly fancy twirl with her spear, Arara said, [b]“Should have expected the upperclassmen do some sort of prank.”[/b]

Only then did she finally enter the auditorium, finding herself a seat in an empty row.