ᴀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʟʟᴇ ᴀᴋᴀᴅᴇᴍɪ ᴀᴠ ᴍᴀɢɪ ➸ advanced roleplay discussion

As Alodia open the door to dining hall room, the noise was the first thing she registered frowning she took a look around the room noticing the mood of the students and their elements. She walked confidently to an empty table and sat putting her back to the wall so she could see everything.

Alise, the true heir to the throne was quite honestly bored. The novel she had open next to her plate wasn't as exciting as the cover had deemed it to be, and she was resisting the urge to slam it shut. She picked at her plate, flicking through the pages idly, wondering when the action would pick up. As of yet, she found the characters to be fairly flat and unappealing. She glanced up around the room, then back to her book. No one of interest seemed to be there, not that anyone would want to talk to her.

She looked up from the book, a little panicked. She hadn't heard him coming... She masked it quickly, with a fake and somewhat awkward smile (though he probably would know it, because it was usually the smile she usually ended up using with him. Princessa. she didn't... Hate the name. But it certainly wasn't her favourite. It pranced about the fact that she was a princess, a fact she was still rather uncomfortable with everyone knowing, and, well, it just sounded... Immature? Maybe that wasn't the right word. But she still didn't like it, although he insisted on using it every time he saw her.

Orion. The weapon, the magical being who could master all five elements (though weakly). Personally, she thought sending in stronger individuals from each element to kill Hans would work better than sending in one who could use all of them. But they were all caught up in the excitement and didn't pay any attention to what she thought. As usual.

"Hi... Orion," she replied, glancing back down at her book as if she didn't want to put it down. "Nice morning, I suppose?" The weather was a good, safe, topic, right? It wasn't rude and it didn't seem like she didn't want to talk to him, nor was it really talking. A good topic.

"I... yes, I suppose," she replied a bit faintly, watching him grow the rose out of thin air. Oh, good Lord. She was no good at this. How was she supposed to respond to a rose? That he'd made for her? It was a pretty flower, but she wasn't sure what he expected her to do with it now that he'd given it to her. Should she smell it? Put it in her hair? Smile? She had to do something... They hadn't said a thing about how to deal with unwanted suitors you couldn't risk offending in any of the books she'd had to read about manners and the proper way to do everything...

She swallowed. "Thank you, Orion. It's... It's lovely." She smiled at him, trying to make it as genuine as possible. The flower was indeed lovely. It was the connotation behind the flower she didn't love quite as much.

She nodded, picking up the flower to look at it more closely. "You are... Certainly getting better." She vaguely remembered another flower he'd given her, a while ago. He'd gotten the shape right, but the smell... Had been rather dreadful. She had to admit she was somewhat afraid to smell this one, as she looked it over. "It's beautiful, though. Thank you, Orion."