The speech was underwhelming. Weak. Pointless.

Arara had expected something stronger than just some petty talk of what did not yet exist. This Arrun Tower, the current Head Master of Beacon Academy was obviously a new person in the role, someone who had little experience at all. A speech about potential and oppurtunity was pointless, because neither of those things had any immediate value. She was not here to think about the future. She was here to improve the present, and merely talking about metaphoric doors wasn't going to get anyone anywhere. If you want to get better, train harder. Don't talk about not having the right oppurtunities, because that's just a waste of breath.

Perhaps it was pretentious of someone with all the oppurtunities in the world to be thinking of something in that way, but it was ultimately her own point of view. She passed through the short speech with a neutral expression, neither challenging nor accepting the views of Arrun, simply waiting for it to be over. There were some things that were better left unsaid, and in the end, telling your teachers that their lectures were an utter waste of time wasn't a good way to get high marks. And getting high marks was her intention. It would put the name of Sakanade Textiles to shame if she wasn't at least in the top fifteen of the students her grade.

With the wasteful speech over and more important information popping up, that of curfew and meal plans, Arara was mildly surprised at the hand that Orion offered her. With a smile, she grasped his hand as the giant helped her up, before the heiress elegantly extracted her spear from the seats. That was the problem with ancient heirlooms: they didn't have a retractable form due to the difference in technology.

Shaking her head when it came to the youth's offer to the buffet, she said, [b]“Thank you for your offer, but I don't believe I'll be leaving yet. I have someone I promised to meet after the speech was over. Feel free to go on without me. Hopefully I'll find you people there.”[/b]

And with that, she walked off, restraining her habit of twirling her spear, before leaning by the main exit that all the students were using, waiting for Alistair and his reply.