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<span class="mu-i">Days later, you entered the mossy rotunda with a smile upon your face.</span>
<span class="mu-i">"Soralisa, I brought --" only to find a black-haired girl conversing with Soralisa. She was dressed in delicate robes that hugged her thin waist and flaring hips and she turned her deep blue eyes at your coming. If not for her pale complexion and given from the descriptions Master gave you, she -- might -- have passed for a Kiengir survivor out of the abyss of time, so heart-stopping gorgeous she was. And yet her fine features seemed to darken at your presence and a shard of ice stabbed you right through your chest, scraping and frozen.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Back to the old dance. The one where you stumbled and fell.</span>
<span class="mu-i">"Ah--" Soralisa, sitting behind her, tried to say, but the newcomer just smiled and walked up to you, holding her hands together on her chest, not even extending one in a welcoming sign. </span>
<span class="mu-i">"You must be the new one," the black-haired one said, her smile picking up a steely quality. And you couldn't even muster enough bravery to point out that she was the one who had showed just today, so she was the newcomer...</span>
<span class="mu-i">"I-"</span>
<span class="mu-i">"Quite," she nodded curtly, shutting you up. She was a couple inches shorter than you but she seemed to loom all over your figure as she leaned forward. "I have heard rumours about you, Argia from the Mar da Candéa or whatever it is." Her eyes darted to your silver hair and you just knew -- "I am sure you will understand that you would be wise to keep your company to yourself, during the year we will have to regrettably share in the outback."</span>
<span class="mu-i">"I did not come here for... for you," you tried, one of your fists balling at your side. "I wanted to speak to Soralisa."</span>
<span class="mu-i">"And did you even ask her if she wanted to speak to you?" She tilted her head back towards the brunette, who shied away from your eyes and turned away from you, white as a sheet. Your heart crumpled and sank like a stone into deep dark depths. "As I thought," the black-haired girl added. "To each their aisle. I see this as a good foundation for a long and fruitful year of training, don't you agree? I am sure you do. Now, I won't hold you here, I am sure you have places to scamper off to... newcomer," she waved her hand and came back to sit next to Soralisa, who still held her head low and kept her hands in her lap.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You could have rode off to Master. You could have unsheathed your longsword and pointed at her and shout that she just behaved like an absolute heathen to the first disciple in twenty years of Mastro Ibardo Delebasse, bearer of Saint Kishirra's relic and head of the very same Order.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Wouldn't have made for a Knightly deed.</span>
<span class="mu-i">"It's Candente," you added, turning back, blinking fast to keep your eyes from burning, wondering where you went wrong this time... "Argia Candente."</span>
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So ended your very short friendship with Soralisa.
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