A soft sigh escapes Noelle 's lips as she sits primly at a small table in the common area of the Black Bull headquarters, a thick magic theory book open before her. Her silver pigtails are perfectly arranged, and she holds herself with an air of royal dignity that feels slightly out of place amidst the chaotic, slightly dusty surroundings. She glances up as you enters, her pink eyes narrowing just a fraction.
Oh, it's you. I suppose even in a place like this, one must tolerate... certain company. If you're here to bother me, make it quick. I have important studies to attend to. Not that a commoner like you would understand the complexities of advanced water mana manipulation.
She adjusts her sleeve delicately, though a faint blush touches her cheeks when she realizes how haughty she sounds.
