AT SShnC - PHASE 0: 雨気 ~Presages before the Storm~

[Sonwe]

"Is it really just for the books, that you spend time with that guy?"

Gaspard realized the girl was talking to him. Directly to him. A total and complete stranger, even though she was his sister's roommate. His shyness kicked in, and with it, his defense mechanism:

"It doesn't concern you..." he answered in cold, emotionless manner. He was no longer smiling. His face was blank and statue-like.

"I am still worried about Victoria, since I haven´t seen her this entire time and I want to know, if I have to go the the infirmary or the dorm, to look after her. The fest will end soon and I don´t have any reason to stay here alone. "

His sister! Was the party really ending? Then he needed to get his sister. She had the right to enjoy her last night. Gaspard didn't want to talk with that girl anymore. He wanted to leave, but he suddenly felt like someone pinched him from inside his mind and despite being something of his mind, it hurted. Gaspard tried his best to don't sound cold, but yet, the words came out of his mouth like a blizzard, with the gaze of his cold expression under the clown makeup."Victoria is still at the party. And she is fine." He turned around, ready to leave, when the girl spoke again.

"You can leave and enjoy the rest of your time with your newly made friends and roommmates."

Why was the girl talking to him? He barely knew her. She barely knew him. The only conversation they carried was when Gaspard carried Victoria's message to her. So why would she talk to him? Why did she have to mention friends and roommates? He was about to leave and she interrupted him to say such trivial thing. Didn't't she notice he was about to do exactly what she told him? Gaspard noticed by the girl's tone that she wasn't really willing to have that conversation. Yet, she pushed on. She could have spared them both from that awkward moment by just leaving or letting him live, but instead, she engages insignificant small talk. Despite Gaspard's desire to do what every muscle of his body said and run away from the girl, he knew if he did so, Victoria would probably get angry at him. That was her roommate, and knowing V, the girl would also be her servant for the next years. He stared at Celetille, a cold stare that could make everything around the boy become more cold than Colgeris. Like if it was a statue replying to the girl and not a living boy, he said:

"...I don't have a roommate..." each word he said, he made it like if it was an icicle, aiming at his listener's ears like the arrow of a hunter to the heart of the prey.

"See you tomorrow in class, probably. Enjoy yourself. "

Another pinch. This time it was a strong one. Gaspard almost yelled, but he didn't. He looked away from the girl, to the sky. The drops of rain against the shield were beautiful, but he didn't care for them. He gathered all his strength and said: "Don't go... I'll call my sister. Wait here... don't follow me." and he left, hoping that the girl would do as he said and not go after him. Finding a corner of the garden with no one around, he let go a faint sigh. "This way I'll never make any friends... well... at least there are Quinton and Sterling."

"And they will be the first links of a chain that will bond you with everyone else."
"Ah! V! You startled me... I was about to go call and you suddenly appeared."
"It was taking you a while..."
"Your roommate is waiting for you at the riddle stand."
"I know, you don't need to tell me. Bye. Enjoy your day tomorrow. Remember you have to go find work.
"I will!"

Victoria went to the riddle stand. Celetille was still there, waiting as Gaspard told her to. She walked to the girl, made a small courtesy saying: "Sorry for leaving you alone... Oh my Rokkan, you look like you have been attacked by rabid poms! Your dress is all messy!" She began fixing the girl's dress, hair and even touched up the girl's makeup. "Done, done and done. Now you don't have to worry.~ Now now, I have all these Uta with me and no idea how to spend it? I am a little hungry, what about you? Would you like to accompany me to one of the food stands?"

However, even before waiting for Celetille's reply, Victoria was already holding the girl's hand and guiding her to the food stands. The smells and colors were beautiful. Victoria began choosing the foods. At first she bought tasty, fancy, but regular food. Those she ate right there while constantly saying how delectable everything was. She was quite polite when eating, always using the napkins, offering bites to Celetille, asking if Celetille was enjoying her own foods, and never letting a single crunch to fall on the floor. As expected from a girl such as Victoria. But then she began buying uncommon, exotic, disgusting food, such as Chalon de Trois, Mystery Gum, Songstone's biscuits, Tomapple Ice-Cream and Super Mashed Potato-man Stew. Those things could make the most brave man tremble in fear, yet Victoria bought then while humming and smiling. She asked them to pack the food for her, so that she could eat later. Noticing the expression on her roommate as she bought all the stuff, she said:

"Oh, you are jumping into conclusions! These aren't for me. It's for my brother. He enjoys these types of food. When it comes to strange food, I'm more of a shrimp and caviar person. Is there any type of strange food you like or want to try?"

(As said by Geiky: "Mystery Gum has many flavors. One flavor per gum." I fear it can have the weirdest tastes, such as Pom blood or Reyvateil goo...)

[Geiky]

"...Sorry, can you point me where I can trade Uta for some gift? I wish to give something good for a certain friend of mine... And um... advice of what a little sister-like figure would like would be great..."

The attendant blinked. So...he was trying to help someone? That's...that's really a noble act... Her lips formed a sweet smile. Being a devoted senior, she had utmost pride in the CAA, and seeing that the freshmen had apparently good hearts such as this young man standing in front of her her made her think that, albeit she's living, it'll be alright. She could feel a bit more relaxed now.

Smiling even, she replied gracefully, as she seemed to forget her own embarrassment. Her voice was a lot more clear, and it bore a gentle tune.

"If you take the north pathway from the fountain, you'll find lots of nice gift stands. As for a gift...why not buy her some ribbons? There are very cute ones in the north pathway. Plus, I'm sure she would be really happy!" Her words were soothing, and she felt the same way deep down. It was a nostalgic feeling indeed.

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Meanwhile, Ayna was still with Miwa, Quinton and Sterling. Her face twirled into a displeased expression when she heard Miwa talking about that "performance".

"Argh, that guy was so... inconvenient. Who did he think he was, throwing daggers like that? He could have really killed someone if those were real! Ugh...these kind of people annoy me so much...It's party for goodness sake, not a horror movie!" She yelled without any hesitation. It truly bothered her to no ends, and she really felt like giving Dei a very nice falcon kick in the jaw to teach him a lesson. Still, she must contain her nerves. It was only the first day of class and, unlike that boy, she needed to keep her head cool and enjoy the event.

Leaving her stress behind, she noticed her roommate was quite captured by the prizes of the man with glasses. And she simply had to agree with her.

"Raun~! They're really cute indeed! Those are...Nyo?s, right? I read about them in a picture book somewhere. They're really cute! Too bad I never actually saw one..."

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Mingling without notice of the relentless cogs of time, the students were enjoying an unique time. Unfortunately, dusk had already clung to the farthermost gaps of the sky and class started very early in the next morning -- Thus, it was time to lay down and have a good night of rest. Acknowledging so, the Headmaster took hand of the microphone, finishing his performance and announced:

"With this I conclude this festival. Thank you everyone for your participation, especially you, freshmen. It is always nice to see you active in this kind of activities. With that said, you are now dismissed t go to your dorms and have a night of rest, after all, tomorrow is the real first day of class! Good night, everyone. And remember -- the Wills are always watching over you."

[Altivarde]

Homura beamed a thankful smile at the senior. Shouting a "Thank you", he took off

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It was late... But Homura able to purchase a cute ribbon. On his way to the dormitory, he walked with Lecra again, seem Denis is nowhere in sight once he got back from purchasing it... He should be apologizing later... "Hey..." he called gently to the shorter, pink haired girl. "Here." he gave her the said ribbon on small pack, hoping it'll be cute on her. He put on mental note that only a ribbon wouldn't do, so he gave her his self made necklace, too. He thought that green colored rough cut songstone that made to mimic four leaved clover would scream "cute" on her.

"Sorry, but I'll talk to you tomorrow, OK? Ah, right. There should be a map inside there, too, just in case. Stick to your roommate, but always make sure to remember the area well... Good night." he concluded with a smile, somehow sound like a worried, overprotective brother. Oh shoot, here goes me and my sibling complex... Haaa...

He gone upstairs to his room, assuming Indra is already inside. He need to apologize to him because of his rudeness back then. Opening the door slowly, he peeked inside. "Indra-san?"

[Geiky]

"Indra-san?"

There was no response. The room was empty. It seems he had still not return. Surprisingly, his side of the room was very neat and organized.

Hanging in the fridge's door, fixated by a magnet was a note written with a charming handwriting:

"Homu dear, dinner's in the fridge. I know you'll probably be full when you read this, but please eat it if you feel hungry.

With Love
Indra.

PS: I made it~ ♥"

[Altivarde]

He don't know should he twitch or what. Imagining the real Indra saying it, he can't help but think he saying it while wearing apron AND being barechested while at it. They say first meeting often give huge impression on certain someone. So is this how he views Indra now?

THE HECK WAS I THINKING!?

Laughing nervously at the note, Homura muttered few words of gratitude before taking the food.

"...If you do that to male roommate of course they'll get that impression.. But I felt like that's your intention..."

He eat whatever he cook and noticed that the seasoning is unique. Maybe it comes from his home? Oh, apple pie. That's a really rare treat indeed.

...Yet he remember how he have mixed feeling regarding apple pie.

He DEFINITELY love it. He love anything flour based. Yet... He remember the day where he swear he have trauma about that one certain pie. However, this is A REAL PIE... so it would be OK, right? ...But his mind registered a no. He quickly put the dessert back on the fridge and put a note made by him. Writing isn't his forte, sadly. That and he's too used to writing that-so-called Carmena Foreluna alphabet. At least it's still readable.

He goes to bed, hugging Chocolatt. May tomorrow be a lucky day for him.

Homura's note:

Indra-san, thank you for your stew. It's delicious, but slightly too spicy for my tongue. *nervous laugh*
Sorry I don't eat the apple pie. I thought it's unfair that you probably haven't eaten any dinner yet, so I leave it to you...
Oh, if you find a small package on your bed, that's from me. Inside there's blue crystal keychain I trade with Uta at the festival. It sort of reminds me of rain.

Ps: ...Um, I don't know if you're joking or what, but... you aware of misunderstanding that could ensue, right...? But I think it's your intention...

[ilutiern]

"You're alright, aren't you? I heard you got attack by a dagger or something." Sterling gave his roommate a glance over, and Quinton nodded in affirmation of his safety.

"I am in perfect health, though perhaps with a slight ache where the dagger met my flesh," he replied. Quinton felt relieved as Sterling calmed down. Seeing someone earnestly care about his well-being rather disturbed him, if only because of the peculiarity of such a sight.

One of the girls, the petite, delicate girl, began shifting her weight anxiously. "But, he wasn't bothering us. Actually, I wanted to ask if you were okay. Um.. I was in the audience during that performance.. a-and I saw that you got hit. I know it was a fake, but it looked like it was thrown rather hard..so... " In his surprise Quitnon had unwittingly remained silent and left the girl without a reply. "..I just hope it doesn't bruise.." the girl muttered.

The tall girl with a spirited expression spoke up. "Argh, that guy was so... inconvenient. Who did he think he was, throwing daggers like that? He could have really killed someone if those were real! Ugh...these kind of people annoy me so much...It's party for goodness sake, not a horror movie!"

Quinton smiled. So 'parties' generally did not have assassinations as the major events; such a great contrast to Laschian balls, indeed. "No, all is well. I thank you for your generous concern," he told the smaller girl. He bowed. "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Quinton Elsett, this man's roommate." He turned to Sterling with the polite smile still on his face. The fleeting though of whether or not Sterling had already introduced himself had held Quinton from introducing his roommate as well; after all, if this was a part of Sterling's courting process, an introduction by another man would detract from his impact. Therefore Quinton refrained from acting on Sterling's behalf, though he felt the need to apologize for the disturbance Sterling had caused in his good-natured search.

A small squeak-like noise met Quinton's ears. He looked forward and down to find the small girl blushing at his prizes. "Oh Goddess, they're so cute.." she said. Quinton blinked and blushed a bit in return. Yes, he did have to admit the cowboy funbun was rather charming...

The taller girl joined the conversation. "Raun~! They're really cute indeed! Those are...Nyo?s, right? I read about them in a picture book somewhere. They're really cute! Too bad I never actually saw one..." Ah, so they were talking about the Nyo?s? Somehow this deflated Quinton's mood. Well, no matter; at least to him the funbun would always be the most attractive of them all.

"Um m-may I ask where you got them..?" the girl asked. Quinton nodded.

"Of course. These were the rewards of the riddle stand quite near here," he said. The girl continued staring eagerly at the Nyo?s. Quinton hesitated. Perhaps he ought to share these prizes with the girls as an apology for taking their valuable time. He glanced at Sterling, hoping this act would not interfere with his roommate's possible courting.

"Pardon me, but would you like to take this Nyo? kit? I am afraid I have little need for it, and find that it would perhaps suit your interests more." He held the kit in reaching distance of the girl in case she decided to take it.

The headmaster's voice resounded once more throughout the Garden, this time in a speaking tone. So the festival ended already? How regretful that he could not have experienced more! But perhaps in the future... No. In the future lay the path of war and violence. This was, after all, a military Academy. The smile on Quinton's face fell to stone. From here began the true trials of the Craynel Allax Academy.

He bowed once more to the girls and to Sterling. "I believe I shall take my leave, then. Farewell, and may the Wills be with us." He left.

[Michi Mii]

"Ah.. I'm Miwa Celetille" she replied in a small voice, though it was probably obvious that she was trying to speak up. She did her best to maintain eye contact and gave a small nod. "It's nice to meet you both. "

She blinked several times as Quinton offered her the Nyo kit "Ah.. are you sure..? This is something you won. " still it was impolite to refuse such a gesture, so she reached out with her small hands and took the item, proceeding to hug it to her chest.. "thank thank you..! ..Thank you so much.." a faint happy blush graced her pale cheeks. "Um.. do you like funbuns..?" she inquired, noticing the Funbun items the young man was carrying. "I..I tried baking them once.. but you can't get the shape without the mold. .. Um sorry! ... I'm talking too much.. ah... " she diverted her gaze again towards the ground. "I have to get over this habit. ..Either I'm too scared to talk, or I talk about pointless things because I'm scared.."

She was quiet as the Headmaster gave his announcement.

"I guess it's time to head back.. It was nice meeting you both.." she gave a small wave to Quinton as he left, before turning to her room mate.

"Um, Anya, if there's anything you want here, I'll be happy to share. And, um.. do you mind if I cook breakfast in the morning..? "

[veil13]

"Sorry, but I'll talk to you tomorrow, OK? Ah, right. There should be a map inside there, too, just in case. Stick to your roommate, but always make sure to remember the area well... Good night."

She seems to be a little bit speechless after he gave her a present, so she only could say a "good night" to him. After that, she just went back to her room just like that, still being a little bit speechless. She rarely gets present anyway, so she feels weird to get one. It's not that she's not happy, but at the same time, she feels rather bad for getting it without a reason, too.

Then she arrived in her room. Before getting in, she peeks the room to see first if her roommate is already inside. Sadly, no one is inside. Maybe she's still in her way to go back to here... she thought.

Deciding to wait for her roommate, she sits on the bed, then stared at the present a bit. She wonders what's inside, but don't want to open it now, for some reason. But the urge to know what's inside make her open it, anyway. And so, she can see ribbon and necklace, also a map. For a reason, she looks really happy with the presents so much that she smiled at the presents.

[LoneReyvateil]

"It doesn't concern you..."
The sudden and odd change in the boys behavior startled Celetille, but she did her best to conceal her uprising worry behind her usual polite smile.
'But he is right, it shouldn`t have concerned me. It was silly of me, worrying about an aquaintance, I just made a few hours or minutes ago. And prying into his matters was also wrong. I forgot my place.'
She was more concerned right now, if she could still do something to save the situation. But his blank face made it clear, that he didn`t wish to stay any longer. Why? Because Quiton had gone? That made sense. She had only seen him being relaxed and friendly when he was among other males and with Quinton in reach. The realization hit her like a snowslide. So, Gaspard and Quinton were already that good friends, that he felt insecure without his calming presence? Which kind of power draw the people so close to him on a subconscious level? Or was the clownboy afraid of girls? But his sister was a girl herself and- wait!
'What if Victoria is not a girl, but a crossdressing boy? But that is impossible, she wouldn`t have made it into the girls-dormitories! We tried it last year in the start, because I was anxious at the mere thought to have to share my room, with a stranger, even if it would be a girl. After all, it was easy for us to disguise our genders, but Victorias build is too curvy for a boy and- what?'

"Victoria is still at the party. And she is fine."
'Now, I don`t have an apology anymore to return to the dorms. But I am glad that she is okay.'
Celetille would have been relieved, but his cold gaze burried her emotions under a thick layer of motionslessness. But wasn`t this also a proof, that Victoria had avoided her on purpose? She could feel like she was shrinking again.
'Why is that so? I am really detestable am I?' , she asked herself even if she knew the grim answer already.

"Don't go... I'll call my sister. Wait here... don't follow me."
'Well, done. I have driven him into a corner without realizing it, haven`t I ? No wonder, he flees at the first opportunity.' She let her head hung in shame. Celetille wouldn`t dare to follow him and going against his wishes. She alread had done enough harm to the poor boy.

"Sorry for leaving you alone... Oh my Rokkan, you look like you have been attacked by rabid poms! Your dress is all messy!"
'Am I looking this worse? I just run a bit, not battling against a whole bataillon or something like that.'
"Ah, yes. Air-Poms are very playful fellows", she tried to light the situation wiht a small, but poor joke.
And she wasn`t really in the mood for it, but she had to try. Then she remembered, that said Air-Poms were mythical creatures out of a legend, her mother had told her once. Those little fellows were mischivious Poms with the ability to hide themself with magic and they loved to play pranks on careless travellers. Meanwhile Victoria was busy with the ruffled dress and the makeup. Maybe that had also been a reason to run away from her? Did she look that scary?

'Why is she doing that? Is it against her perfection-code to let herself be seen with someone messy?'

"Done, done and done. Now you don't have to worry.~ Now now, I have all these Uta with me and no idea how to spend it? I am a little hungry, what about you? Would you like to accompany me to one of the food stands?"
'Food sounds like a good idea.I am already running low of energy today. Upps! Now I am sounding like a Maintance-Robot'
"I have also earned a bit Uta in the meantime when you were-", she tried to explain, but as before she didn`t got her chance to end her sentence.
'Why I am interrupted everytime, when I talk? First Sterling with running away, now Victoria again....well, my opinion is futile this time. She still would go eating, even if I wouldn' t be hungry, but I am. One funbun wasn`t enough.'
Nonetheless the girl followed her roommate to the foodstands and watched how Victoria bought ans tried numerous things.
'Seems that I am not the only one with appetite' , she thought slightly humored.
'Nah? Delectable? That is really a nobles way, to voice that she likes the food here.'
It was surprising since she would have believed more, that the other girl would criticize the foods quality and saying other things to show her displeasure about the served dishes. After all it was just fastfood, even when sushi was more highclass-fastfood.
'That doen`t fit entirely to a girl who grow up with luxury delicacies. Or maybe she just wants to be polite instead of insulting the things. But didn`t her brother mentioned in the cafeteria, that he once eat a rat? Were they raised in different families and did Gaspard live in a family of commoners? Where they just half-siblings with different fathers or mothers? Would at least explain, why he hasn`t the same manners as Victoria. Hm, Victoria said that their travel started when they were eleven years old. So did they never have seen each other before that time? Are they runaways?'

She politely declined Victorias offerings, since she already knew half of the things already and had her own Uta-coins with her. As she saw how Victoria bought the more unusual, weirdtasting things, she raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you are jumping into conclusions! These aren't for me. It's for my brother. He enjoys these types of food. When it comes to strange food, I'm more of a shrimp and caviar person. Is there any type of strange food you like or want to try?"
Seeing the Chalon de Trois sparked a memory in her and she grinned from one ear to the other.
'Poor Celestin had to prove his bravery and had to challenge his roommate Remir to a contest and both lost against this metafalssian cuisine.'
"Please, tell your brother that he should be careful with the Chalon de Trois, Miss!""
'Do I like to try weird food?'
"Wab- I mean-, Songstone Biscuits it would be then, please."
Then she remembered Victorias compliment about songstones and eyes and a weird connection was made. 'But wouldn`t that be like eating my own eyes? I hope those biscuits aren´t blue.'

[Geiky]

Bowing slightly to the lads before her, Ayna introduced herself with a smile. "I'm Ayna Vindemiatrix, Miwa's Roomate. It's a pleasure to meet you two."

Eyeing Miwa's present, she was really surprised. Especially with the man's kindness. That was really something she was not expecting to happen in the first day of class, but well, nice surprises were good now and then.

"Raun! You're so lucky Miwa! They' re so cute..."

Unfortunately, they couldn't chitchat for much longer, it seemed. The Headmaster's announcement
traced back in her memory that this was really the Craynel Allax academy, and that she would be tested from tomorrow on...thus, Ayna needed rest. Bowing to the other two, she turned around to her roommate.

"Um, Anya, if there's anything you want here, I'll be happy to share. And, um.. do you mind if I cook breakfast in the morning..? "

"Hm? Breakfast? Sure, I don't mind at all! I...never been that good at the kitchen anyway. Everything I make ends up being so...tasteless, haha..." A small sweatdrop ran down through her head. She truly always made really bland food. Maybe with Miwa here, she could improve...after all, she took cooking as a very important chore, and an excellent art to aim towards perfection.

"But I'd really like to taste your food Miwa~ I bet it's delicious!" After all, fairies could only make delicious things, she thought.

Anyway, we should head back to the dormitories. It's getting a bit late and we need to wake up extra early next morning. Smiling, she gently takes Miwa's hand and start walking back tot he dormitories.

There, Ayna stretched her arms and let out a slight yawn.
"I guess I'll take a shower now Miwa. I promise I won't take long~"

The reyvateil was very quick to undress, and was soon within the flowing streams of the shower.

Her long and blue strands of hair danced around the water, assimilating every particle within them and refreshing after a long day. Ayna loved water. As a child, she spend would hours swimming or within a bathtub, gracing in the flowing element of life. Slightly leading her hand from her neck to her navel area, she touches her install port. A perfect circle adorned with geometrical forms that seemed to reflect her personality. Its blueish aura made it quite beautiful, and Ayna herself couldn't deny that. Ticklish and personal as it may be, it was a very important part of a reyvateil's body, even though she never installed before. Her only regret was that it was right around her navel, meaning she couldn't wear any clothes that exposed her belly button...still, she was attached to it.
Shaking her head slightly, she ripped out the Reyvatellistic Philosophy from her head and turned the shower off, drying herself and dressing her pajamas.

Leaving the bathroom while drying her hair, she remembered about the laundry rules she had read in the Student's Manual when Ms. Akiko was showing them around the campus. Albeit not knowing if Miwa had read them or not, she thought it was best to inform her regardless.

"Ah, Miwa. About laundry, it looks like boys and girls take turns using the dorm's laundry section. If I'm not mistaken, we get the Saturday and the boys get the Friday. And I'm pretty sure you saw it, but there's a basket in the bathroom where we'll put our clothes. I didn't knew if you had read that in the student manual so..." She bit her lips for a bit. Maybe she was rushing things after all and blabbering without seeing...she could only hope she didn't bludgeoned the delicate pixie before her.

[Michi Mii]

"I guess I'll take a shower now Miwa. I promise I won't take long~"

"Um, of course, and please take your time, you should relax." The young Reyvateil replied to her senior.

As Anya left for the bath, Miwa took the time to get ready for bed. She set the Nyo? Kit she received from Quinton on her dresser, taking a moment to neatly arrange the items. After that she got out a pair of pajamas and changed into them, folding her clothes she had word for the day and placing them in a bag, deciding that it would be rude to barge into the bathing area with Anya there. She then went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of herbal tea to help herself sleep. "We have cosmocrystal training tomorrow, don't we..?" she bit her lower lip as she placed her hand on her tattoo. Truthfully, she found the idea of the courses to be frightening. "I hope I don't hold anyone back.. Mn!" she quickly shook her head as if to knock at her negative thoughts. "I'll.. I'll do my best. ...I hope. ..Ah right! I still have to write a letter"

Picking up her cup of tea, she went back to the room and located her stationary and pens, and sat down on her bed, setting the tea on the nightstand.


"Dear Quinton Elsett,
I wanted to thank you again for the Nyo? kit. It's wonderful and I deeply appreciate it. I promise to take good care of the items.
I noticed that you had a collection of Funbun items with you, I hope I'm not over stepping in guessing that you're a Funbun fan? If so, I'd like to repay your gesture. There's a catalog called Funbunian Fanatics. Apparently it was started in honor of a Knight from Sol Ciel during the 3rd Era, where it was said that his bravery was only matched by his love for the Funbun. They carry a large number of flavors, including seasonal ones, and paraphernalia from plush toys, keychains, toothbrushes, posters, books and even teleon. If you call this number, 1-11- 5816-7792, you can order a catalog from them.

I hope everything goes well for both of us tomorrow, best of luck to you.

Sincerely,
Miwa Celetille. "

"I hope I spelled his name correctly.." she looked over the letter once again, before putting it in an envelope.

"Ah, Miwa. About laundry, it looks like boys and girls take turns using the dorm's laundry section. If I'm not mistaken, we get the Saturday and the boys get the Friday. And I'm pretty sure you saw it, but there's a basket in the bathroom where we'll put our clothes. I didn't knew if you had read that in the student manual so..."

Miwa looked over at Anya. "Ah yes! I did read about that, thank you for reminding me though.. I can get a little forgetful.."

After chatting for a few more minutes, the lights were turned off, and the two went to sleep.


The following morning, Miwa woke up early and quickly dressed in her uniform, brushed her teeth and hair, the last being an easy task because of her short hair. Afterwards she took a step back to look at herself in her uniform. "I wonder if I look the part.." she cleaned up her mess from washing up, and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast: Kurruku porridge with honey, fruit, and cafe au lait. Truthfully it didn't look gourmet at all, but it had a homey sort of quality to it.

[Meteor Weapon]

Before Isis could have her turn for the riddle, the speaker booms of announcement.

"With this I conclude this festival. Thank you everyone for your participation, especially you, freshmen. It is always nice to see you active in this kind of activities. With that said, you are now dismissed t go to your dorms and have a night of rest, after all, tomorrow is the real first day of class! Good night, everyone. And remember -- the Wills are always watching over you."

Though disappointed with how little time Isis could spend here, she was kinda of happy as at least she had some fun.

Isis opened a big yawn on her face and tried to keep it closed with her hands.

As per say, it is kind of late it would be a better idea to go into the dorm for now rather than strolling around, and plus its a big day tomorrow.

Kaylan, lets go back.... "as she said to Kaylan with her weak voice as usual.

With that they decided to go back to the dorm to prepare for the next day.

[Altivarde]

...Where I am?

Lucid dream, it always happened to him. What is it this time? He saw so many faces that stare at him. Each of them bear same expression: Hunger, grief, hopelessness. Where is this!? Sharply turning his vision to area of his surrounding, he noticed that only his area that shined by light.

"This time, it's myth of Kanui, Homura..."

Whipping his head, he saw a woman clad in white outfit. Her outfit barely covered her mid-section of the body. Her purple hair braided like his. Yes, this is [Tilia], yet at the same time, this is [Not Tilia]. In short, reimagined version of her, full of bias, full of childish imagination of how would a loving grandmother act. "Greatmother... what kind of place is this?" he asked, terror clear in his voice. "Don't be afraid... Today this is our story," replied the shorter woman. In that instant, he turned into a boy aged no more than seven. Hugged by the reimagined Origin, Homura now saw a woman in blurry image.

"That is Kanui," Tilia explained, pointing at the woman. In that instant, Homura tried to imagine how Kanui looks like. His mind registered it that the woman looks like a miko aged no more than 16. "This ship, with 120000 refugee and Kanui, they search for [God] called [COSAL]. Maybe you have read it somewhere in a myth book? Kanui is the hope of the people, Homura. She's the one that have ability to talk with the [COSAL]. Yet this ship is sentenced to drift endlessly..."

Homura registered how those people's face condition at that moment as "Tragic". Is it futile to search for [God]? And why would they search for one?
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It's dawn.

Opening his eyes, Homura still remember fragment of that dream. In instant, he opened his sketchbook and began sketching Kanui. Her sad expression, her desire to help peoples that her eyes shown... And those 120000 peoples. He just hope Indra doesn't bothered by him sketching so early like this...

[Sonwe]

"Please, tell your brother that he should be careful with the Chalon de Trois, Miss! Wab- I mean-, Songstone Biscuits it would be then, please.""

"It's no worry. The boy has an iron stomach. Never once he got sick for eating these strange things. Stone Biscuits huh? Gaspard says they are hard as... well.. a songstone. Prepare your teeth." Victoria said, giving the girl one of the biscuits.

Victoria still had a few Uta to spend and there was nothing better for a girl like V to "invest" her deserved money that wasn't "gifts" for herself. She signaled for Celetille to join her, and moved to a gift stand. It didn't take long before she saw what she wanted. Three cute chain bracelets, one was light purple and adorned with a diamond-shaped purple stone, probably a songstone; another was yellow-ish golden adorned with a dandelion-shaped yellow stone; and the third was silvery gray, adorned with a Sol-shaped silver stone. She also found an unisex ring with all Hoshimeguri symbols engraved in it, and a thirteenth symbol, representing Ciela herself. "This is just perfect!" the girl thought happily, buying the four objects.She returned to Celetille and showed the girl the chains, holding them between her fingers, she said:

"Look at this! Aren't they cute? They are gifts from me to my roommates. This is Rykhas', because, like a dandelion, she looks delicate, but by spreading her seeds, she can grow in virtually anywhere. This one is for you, because just like Sol, you have the potential shine brightly, with a light that can guide the paths and warm the days, but this same light can be harmful to you and those around you, blinding and burning those illuminated by it. And this one is for me, of course, because I'm a precious treasure in a world covered in ruins and trash. Of course, I only met Rykhas once, so I'm not sure if the gift is right. It's still a cute gift, regardless of its meaning, right?

She gazed at bracelets, closed her eyes and said a prayer: "Presia, Glasden Ru, noime ieeya mea. Rrha zweie erra wearequewie karf zeeth cenjue anw ture en lhasya omnis sos ar ciel." Victoria put her bracelet on. The purple color stood out against her white skin. She then handed Celetille her gift saying: "These chains shall represent the bond the three of us will form for the rest of our lives. I shall give Rykhas' tomorrow."

After walking a bit more looking at the stands, she turned to Celetille and said: "Oh, Celetille dear. I shall return to our bedroom now. This last night was enjoyable. I thank you for your pleasant company. You don't have to join me on the walk back, dear. Stay a bit more in the party, enjoy yourself. I don't plan to go directly to the room. I would love to say that I see you tomorrow in class, but that would be a lie. Perhaps if we don't see each other again in the dorm room tonight or tomorrow morning, we will see each other on the next night. Until then." And making another small courtesy, Victoria left the party. When she arrived at the elevator, she heard the faint announcement from the Headmaster:

"With this I conclude this festival. Thank you everyone for your participation, especially you, freshmen. It is always nice to see you active in this kind of activities. With that said, you are now dismissed t go to your dorms and have a night of rest, after all, tomorrow is the real first day of class! Good night, everyone. And remember -- the Wills are always watching over you."

Victoria rode the elevator up. It was empty save for two senior boys who started whispering while giving quick stares at her when she entered the elevator. "You boys don't need to whisper your love confessions to each other. I'm not bothered at all by homosexuality." With that comment, the boys went silent, and each moved to a corner of the elevator, facing the walls instead of Victoria. She left the elevator and began walking around the school's hallways. They were empty, save for some scattered groups who wanted to be away from the noises of the party. After a short walk, she stopped at one of the libraries. She found the book she wanted, it was a book about Walphish. She turned the pages without reading, just looking at the picture. She finally stopped at the picture of a man. Judging from his clothes and his companions, he was a really important person. She placed the ring besides the book.

"You were the first one I lost. Yaslash pizkel, lehrelata mea. she said, while passing her fingers over the picture. Victoria then looked at the ring. She slowly passed her fingers on the engravings, stopping at Saranoyomei's symbol. She firmly looked at that symbol, as if she was trying to see something hidden in it. Breaking the intense stare, she gazed at the stars through a window, specifically the constellation representing that symbol. She closed her eyes and said another prayer while shedding a tear. "You were the second one I lost. Yasra dius manaf, inferiare terrma mea." Finally, she put one hand above her heart and the other on her bandages. "Don't you dare be the third one, you hear me? I'll not be able to be here all the time to protect you! If you leave me too, I'll kill you!" She stayed quiet for a few minutes, no tears, no nothing. She wondered is she should return to the dorm, or just spend the night walking around the school. She didn't have to sleep anyways, not for quite some time, since she already slept last week. But what was the point of prolonging that night? The quicker she ended it, the easier it would be. She left her meditative state and walked back to the dorm.

For her surprise, the place was empty. Celetille didn't arrive yet, and judging by the fact the dress was still on the bed, Rykhas' never even came back to the dorm. She wondered if the girl got lost at the school's grounds. Victoria neatly put the dress away, safely stored her things on a drawer, put the food in the fridge and wrote on the same note with her beautiful calligraphy:

Dear Rykhas,

Celetille and I already went to the party, tired of waiting for your return. These are the clothes I separated for you to wear at the party. You don't have to wear them if you don't want, but I recommend so, because they are the best clothes you can wear for this occasion. Until the party.

Kisses, Victoria.

PS: A shame you could never attend to the party. However, don't get sad or anything, for I bought you a gift. I shall give it to you tomorrow.
PPS: The food containers in the fridge, don't open it, unless you want to get nauseated.

Victoria undressed. She pondered if she should take another shower, but didn't see it as necessary. Putting her white night gal, she lay down on her bed and feel sound asleep in an instant. She dreamt about Nyo?s in cages on a rainy night.

[Chaude]

Arriving back at their dorm, Kaylan opens the door for Isis, letting her in first. Closing the door, Kaylan stretches out her arms, loving the peace and quiet inside here. The haunted house and the shooting range were fun, but being in public felt rather tiring at times.

Plopping onto her comforter, she looks across at Isis.

"Here's a riddle, Isis. What's small, pudgy, and blue?" Kaylan asks.

She did feel bad Isis couldn't get the opportunity to try the riddle stand before everything closed down for the night. Kaylan wondered if she was the reason for leaving her at the shooting stand while spending who knows how long in the haunted house with Gaspard. Kaylan bites her lip in regret for a moment before Isis could see her doing that.

Hearing her response, Kaylan yields an item from behind her back.

With a smile and outstretched arms, Kaylan announces, "It's an ice Pom! A present for being neighbors. I hope you like it."

Reassuring Isis to keep the plushie, the two chatted for a bit. Feeling really fatigued, Kaylan takes the initiative and goes to dress into her PJs. As Isis left the room to change in the bathroom, Kaylan pulls out her notebook and pen. Her story she's yet to have started. She's traveled to a few places so far in reaching the Academy, but nothing has really sparked her imagination to getting her little project off the ground. Maybe if she could ask the Dive Operator to record her Dives and use that for material, just maybe...

Laying the notebook and pen on her student desk, she gets underneath her covers and pulls the comforter across her face that only her eyes are still visible. Isis comes back, greeting and saying goodnight and something...about good luck tomorrow....at...school...

Darkness reigns supreme now.

Finding herself in a desolate valley, an angel with wings made out of ethereal light hovered towards Kaylan. Robed in a simple linen robe, Kaylan couldn't see the angel's face underneath the heavy clothed hood.

"What do you seek?" It spoke in a chilling, ethereal bass tone.

"I seek Truth," Kaylan replied, unsure if this creature was friend or foe.

"Death awaits you, for Truth is prismatic."

"Prismatic?"

The angel hovers closer, revealing a silver claymore, ready to strike. Pulling out her axe-hand sword, Kaylan engages, only for the claymore to be heavy and strong. Parrying a downward vertical slash, the angel's strength was too much to deflect the parried strike, leaving Kaylan to lower her body against the barren soil, knees aching in growing pain. Struggling, Kaylan holds on.

"What drives you so?" The Angel inquired dispassionately.

"I promised her..." Eyes gleaming with growing anger, Kaylan backward rolls to end the losing parry battle.

It was a sunny day, with a few cloudy spots in the sky. A little girl was collecting flowers. Taking her shortcut back through the park district everyday, the little girl deposits her day's cargo, making necklaces. The little girl lived in an impoverished area of Infellia. Kaylan would sneak out of her house, hanging out at the park district. The little girl placed a lily in Kaylan's hair, above her left ear.

"Hey, what's it like?" The little girl asks.

Kaylan looks down, afraid to tell and be hated. "It's...big."

"Do you have maids? How about the fridge? Is that big too~?" The girl's excitement grew as much as her eyes widened.

"Eh...nothing like that. I do some sweeping...and do the dishes. Father and Mother are hardly home, leaving instant meals for me to make."

"But your rich right?" the girl pointed to the aquamarine brooch Kaylan's mother gave to Kaylan for a birthday present.

"I'm nobody special..."

"Hey...promise me, Kaylan. Promise me that you...," the girl's persistence is even as large as her excitement. She whispers into Kaylan's ear.

Departing, Kaylan starts to head back home. Walking a few steps, a yelp struck Kaylan like a lightening to a tree. Twirling around, some hooded men grabbed the girl and soon grabbed Kaylan. They were kidnapped.

Taken to a damp room, they awaited for what seemed like an eternity. Time passed, and at some point, a few of the men were scared, threatening to kill them if authorities came in. Their hands were shaking bad. Something about damning the government for not protecting endangered wildlife and a forest that was being well pasted from being saved from loggers.

What did she and Shirley do to deserve this?

Counter-Terrorist infantry stormed in, killing some of the kidnappers. One of the bullets missed in the frenzy. Blood splatted on Kaylan's forehead and cheeks.

"Gahhh!" Kaylan rises from her nightmare, sweat dripping...wait no. It wasn't sweat, it was tears.

Looking at a slumbering Isis, Kaylan is thankful she didn't wake her up. Kaylan prepares for her first day of school. It's a promise.

[Trass]

"What are you staring at, kid?" Denis reacted to Korell's stare and approached him. This came to him as a big surprise. Who would've thought he'd actually come all the way here to confront him. And the way he said it sounded like he wasn't very pleased by being gazed upon.

"What? I thought my eyes are free for me to use. Do I need permission to look at what I wanted to look?" He boldly stared back at the tall guy's eyes. Slightly annoyed, he replied the big man's question in a rather rude way. "If you're bothered then say it. You want me to apologize?"

"I mean... are you lost or something?" He corrected his words.

"... No. I'm fine. I was just wondering about your size. I'd like to know how do you even walk through doors." He crossed his arms and put on a smirk.

Huh? What am I doing again? He went through all the trouble to come here and talk to me, even asking if I was lost. Why couldn't I have responded a lot more nicely? It's really a good opportunity to get to know him better and at least get more acquaintances for the next years of my life in this academy. Ugh... I'm such a fool.

He contemplated over his own incompetence. He came here with the intention of making friends, but what he had been doing up until now had been the exact opposite. He felt like he's a failure of a human being. Crying in the inside, he looked down in silence.

But then a sudden tap could be felt on his back.

“Want to take a shot together at the riddle?”

Korell turned his back in surprise, and saw a familiar face before him. It was Dei. In the middle of his depression of not being able to make a single friend, Dei came up at the most perfect time. His bright smile that is full of energy was there, as if giving Korell a glimpse of hope.

He... came to look for me after all? He thought to himself, seeing that at least he wasn't abandoned by the roommate.

"Ah... I--"

Korell wasn't able to properly answer him yet, when the announcement suddenly roared through the whole garden.

"With this I conclude this festival. Thank you everyone for your participation, especially you, freshmen. It is always nice to see you active in this kind of activities. With that said, you are now dismissed t go to your dorms and have a night of rest, after all, tomorrow is the real first day of class! Good night, everyone. And remember -- the Wills are always watching over you."

"Wha- It's over already?"

A look of disappointment and tiredness bursted from his face. He sighed.

"Oh well... thanks for inviting me, but looks like it's the end. Maybe some other time." It was just a a split second, it was really fast, but he smiled a little. "C'mon. We should be going back to our room to prepare for tomorrow." He said as he walked past his roommate, ignoring the tall man behind him.

Finally arriving in their room, he remembered that he hadn't taken a shower. He put away his vest and boots and reached for the towel.

"I'm going to take a shower." He knew whatever he planned to do for the rest of the day had nothing to do with Dei, but he informed him anyway. Without expecting any response he went into the bathroom.

[Joel Dunamis]

"Ah... I--"

Just when Korell was about to respond to Dei’s question, another announcement from Headmaster could be heard.

"With this I conclude this festival. Thank you everyone for your participation, especially you, freshmen. It is always nice to see you active in this kind of activities. With that said, you are now dismissed t go to your dorms and have a night of rest, after all, tomorrow is the real first day of class! Good night, everyone. And remember -- the Wills are always watching over you."

"Wha- It's over already?" Seeing the sheer disappointment on his roommate’s face, he tried to think of a way to cheer him up. But in the end, the dagger boy decided against it, because he didn’t want to take the risk of blurting out something that might irritate Korell. "Oh well... thanks for inviting me, but looks like it's the end. Maybe some other time,” Korell said. In actuality, Dei wasn’t amused that the party ended sooner than he thought. He wanted to have more fun in it, because he would be unable to be this relaxed starting next day. That’s why he could share the same sentiments with his roommate. “Yeah, let’s do in on another time,” he responded.

Walking past Dei, Korell said: "C'mon. We should be going back to our room to prepare for tomorrow.” Hearing this, Dei followed the younger boy, completely oblivious to a big, dark-skinned man standing near them. Now that he thinks about it, he could feel his eyes starting to get sleepy. I feel like I could fall asleep at this place right now…. That thought was tempting. But it was definitely an action that Dei(or any other sane persons) would not do if given a same situation. After what seemed like a 3 hour walk to him, they eventually reached Room 6. Fatigue and drowsiness combined, Dei fell to the bed right away after entering the room. He could hear Korell said something, but couldn’t really make it out clearly. He didn’t care though; he just wanted to sleep.

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The boy stood up. Rummaging the corpses of the terrorists, he could find several weapons that he could wield in order to defend himself in case he needed it. The stench of blood didn’t bother him. He had to survive. That’s the only thing he could think of that time. One could hear sniffles coming from the boy. He cried. For his family who died after being shot down by terrorists. For his friends who died covering him. For the kind couples who was kind enough to lend him shelter, but died after those damned terrorists launched a surprise attack.

After wiping his tears, he stored all necessary things inside a backpack that happened to be a possession of the terrorists. He walked away, as if wanted to run from reality that surrounded him. But in his heart was a flame of grudge, burning so red. He swore. He swore that he would take revenge on this tragedy.

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Dei opened his eyes. He felt something wet on his cheek, then wiped it with his left hand. A tear? Was I….crying? Why did I cry? Those thought circled around and around inside his head, but eventually he fell back to his slumber, trying to brush off the sadness hidden inside his heart.

[Osric]

Denis had to admit that he wasn't expecting this kind of reply... okay, he himself didn't put it as politely as he could have but the way the boy answered was plain rude and uncalled for.
Now that was something he would have liked the boy to apologize for, rather than the stare, but he got the feeling it would be pointless and just make things worse... "Whatever... sorry I bothered you." Denis sighed as he saw someone head straight for the rude kid, it was the guy who threw the dagger from the karaoke stage earlier... If those two are roommates they'll certainly make quite a pair...
Not even wanting to wait and see what would happen, since Denis could already see people jumping to conclusions about him being picking on the kid and didn't want any of that. As soon as the dagger-guy got the boy attention he left and returned to where he left Esgard, Homura apparently already left "There, told you it'd take only a second... So what-" Denis couldn't even finish the question when a loud announcement from the Headmaster resounded in the garden.

"With this I conclude this festival. Thank you everyone for your participation, especially you, freshmen. It is always nice to see you active in this kind of activities. With that said, you are now dismissed to go to your dorms and have a night of rest, after all, tomorrow is the real first day of class! Good night, everyone. And remember -- the Wills are always watching over you."

"Well... seems it's over already. We should head back to the dorms."

[LoneReyvateil]

"It's no worry. The boy has an iron stomach. Never once he got sick for eating these strange things. Stone Biscuits huh? Gaspard says they are hard as... well.. a songstone. Prepare your teeth."
'Gaspard says? Shouldn`t that be said?'
"Does he hid because of me?", she whispered in a low tone, but didn`t receive an answer. She had been too quiet again.
"Hm, then I will try to soak them for breakfast in milk or hot tea. On the other hand...maybe I should delay it for afternoon, then it would be a shame, when I would miss the first hours of class, because I have to visit a dentist."
Those she put the biscuits away, then eating so late was also not healthy. And she had already eaten before, the more "safer" things, who wouldn`t give her a stomachache.

After that they proceed to go to a gift stand and Victoria hurried already away, so that Celetille had a few minutes for herself to look at the sortiment herself. A pair of yellow and violet, round pendants caught her eyes for a few seconds.
'I have seen those before. It reminds me of something', she recalled vaguely, but couldn`t put her finger on it.

Then Victoria informed her cheerisly about her own choice of jewelry.
"Look at this! Aren't they cute? They are gifts from me to my roommates. This is Rykhas', because, like a dandelion, she looks delicate, but by spreading her seeds, she can grow in virtually anywhere. This one is for you, because just like Sol, you have the potential shine brightly, with a light that can guide the paths and warm the days, but this same light can be harmful to you and those around you, blinding and burning those illuminated by it. And this one is for me, of course, because I'm a precious treasure in a world covered in ruins and trash. Of course, I only met Rykhas once, so I'm not sure if the gift is right. It's still a cute gift, regardless of its meaning, right?"
She herself a sun? What had become of the songstone-allegory?
'Well, songstones aren´t that dangerous to others. Only when they are used by bad people. And a sun is too strong to be commanded by humans. Does that mean I should still work on my self-esteem?'
She was astonished as Victoria handed her a silverish bracelet and her fingers started trembling.
"Cute? ", she echoed lame. "They are more than this, Victoria!"
'I- I cannot take this! Food is okay, but jewelry? But I don´t want to hurt her good will. What should I do?'
"They are beautiful- I mean-", she stuttered breathless and the helplessness was all in her eyes.
'Don`t mess this up, Cele!' , she warned herself mentally, while Victoria muttered something in Hymmnos. Celletille accepted the present and the metal-chains weighted heavy in her open palm.
"Th-thank you."
She bowed deeply down to express her gratitude and to hid that she was quite flustered again.
'Wait? For the rest of our lifes? Quite the melodramatic choice her. Who says that not someone of us is dying in this five years? Uhh! This is also melodramatic!'

After walking a while more Victoria stopped and said something about returning to the dorms andto enjoy herself alone.
'What? Enjoying myself? Please- not again!'
At least this time she was sure, that it wasn`t entirely her fault. The headmaster announced the end of the festival and this meant, that she had the obligation to go back right? But she would still give her roommmate a winning margin to make sure, not too arrive too early in the dorm.
So Celetille stayed around a bit longer and watched how the stands where closed one after another.

Finally arriving at the dorms she entered quietly, seeing that Victoria was already sleeping and thus decided against a shower, because she didn`t want to wake her up. She could take on in the early in the morning, since she surely would be the first too wake up, if both of those girls weren`t early birds. She put the uneaten Songstone Biscuits in a tin and added a small note on the cover:

For breakfast. Don´t eat them without milk or tea.
C.

She wrote it practically blind, since she didn`t want to turn the lights on, so the writing was squeezed and a lot more messy than usual. After that she quickly washed her face and changed the dress against sleep-attire and put the bracelet on a drawer.
She plunged rather quick into sleep and dreams were woved from reality and fantasy, mind and soul.

[Geiky]

Mirrors, there were four. She was floating above the clouds, as the seasons were being reflected in each piece of glass. The wind was soothing and caressed her pink cheeks, as twilight embraced the upper skies.

From the distance, a man was approaching. He carried a big box and had a smile. His shoulder-length blue hair was free, matching the girl's. Her eyes were gleaming.

"Brother--!"

Ayna opened her eyes to the monotonous sound of her telecell's alarm clock. It was the third time it was ringing. She grabbed it with a quick movement -- it was almost 7 AM. Getting up quickly and making her bed, she noticed that Miwa was already awake. Unfortunately, that just made Ayna hurry even further. Rapidly brushing her teeth and washing her face, she clumsily stripped down in the bathroom, while jumping to fit in the uniform's skirt.

"Dhann, mah vutt shgot vieggah! (Dang, my butt got bigger!)"

Her words came out incomprehensible as the brush occupied all of her mouth. Making a mental note to "lose that booty", Ayna ran through the dormitory to the kitchen while trying to wear her jacket. Hopefully she managed to put it without problems, otherwise she would have probably cursed her breasts for growing when they should not.

Eying her roommate, already enjoying the breakfast, she stopped beside her and bowed.

"G-good morning Miwa! Argh...I hope I'm not so late. I don't want to angry the teachers in my first day!"

Quickly sitting down, she regained a bit of her breath and finally noticed the table before her. It was filled with a lot of things that made her mouth water. Especially the porridge with honey. She really loved the combination of honey and porridge, and it was a general dish for breakfast in Colgeris. Thanking the wills for her meal, she took a bite of the combination. It was soft, sweet and dissolved in her mouth. There was also a different taste she never had felt before, but it only complemented even further the deliciousness of that amazing dish. Miwa really was very talented in the kitchen, and she couldn't let that go uncofirmed.

"You made all of this, Miwa...? R-raun! This is so delicious! You're really talented! Raaan~!"

Porridge was probably the only thing that could wipe her off the obsession of never being late. Enjoying every bite, she felt as if graced by thousands of angelic kisses.