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Post by elenora lucrezia biancardi on Jan 2, 2011 23:04:34 GMT -5
She had to wonder if all of this fainting business was typical of young girls. After all, Elenora hadn’t gone to school with other girls, yet. So perhaps it was just something that happened every once in a while? The girl took another sip of her water, staring into space as she considered the possibilities. On the other hand, she’d never fainted. None of the girls at ballet or fencing lessons had fainted either. Absentmindedly, she placed the glass back on the table. It wouldn’t bother her so much if it wasn’t such the big deal around this academy.
Elenora looked up at the sound of someone speaking in her close proximity. She turned, finding another girl looking at her and speaking to her.
“Thank you very much, your dress is also quite lovely,” Elenora inclined her head towards Anora. When she took a quick visual sweep of the area, it looked like most everyone had left for another part of the ballroom.
“I don’t believe we are acquainted. My name is Elenora Biancardi,” almost on reflex, Elenora extended her hand towards Anora.
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Post by onora dare anderson on Jan 3, 2011 1:33:31 GMT -5
For a simple school dance, there certainly seemed to be plenty of excitement going on, and not the messier kind that Onora still remembered quite clearly from the Pennsylvanian public school she'd attended until last year. A few classmates were rubbernecking--she really tried not to, since she felt it was a depressing, disagreeable habit, but sometimes it was just so hard not to look.
Idly, Onora remembered the passage in Shimotsuma Monagatari in which Momoko claimed to envy the girls who passed out during school assembly, but it still didn't make any sense to her. A fainting spell seemed scary and slightly embarrassing, even if it was logically nothing of which to be ashamed.
When she heard the other girl introduce herself, Onora noticed that their names rhymed and almost commented on it, but censored herself at the last second so that a placid smile still veiled her lips. She was close to amused at the markedly proper nature of Elenora's speech--despite the antique aura that mille-feuille had hanging around it, it seemed as if most of her classmates spoke with a little less formality than this new acquaintance. "I'm Onora Anderson," she said, bobbing her head slightly before taking the other girl's reflexively-extended hand and giving it a brief shake. "Second year. It's nice to meet you." She turned her gaze outward briefly again, noticing the little medical drama on the fringe of the room teeming with dancers, and added, "I hope that girl is okay."
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Post by elenora lucrezia biancardi on Jan 9, 2011 23:48:39 GMT -5
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Onora. I am also in the second year at this Academy,” Elenora replied. After the handshake ended, Elenora took another sip of her water. This whole situation was slightly unsettling. Just what did one say to another person this young? Elenora usually remained quiet during her lessons with other girls, especially if they were dancing or fencing lessons. But, she couldn’t very well start up the usual dance of small talk about underworld political situations, now could she?
As Onora turned to look towards the banquet tables, Elenora also glanced in that direction. It looked like the crowed was dispersing as the unconscious girl was taken from the dance. She thought for a moment about the girl, mostly about how she had almost tripped over her, before responding.
“Maybe,” Elenora ventured, “We do have medical staff at the Academy. If it’s serious, I’m sure she’ll be taken to a hospital. Perhaps she should see a dietitian. She could be suffering from some sort of nutritional deficiency.”
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