Lysithea was walking the halls of Garreg Mach Monastery the petite girl carrying a tome that she intends to read this afternoon, her long white hair flowing like the finest silk and softly catching in the wind as the Ordelia heiress' pink eyes caught sight of a certain someone

Lysithea: "What are you doing? .... i don't have the luxury of time like others, and .... hmph you best make this worth my time you know, i don't like having other waste it"

Even as the mage spoke those words it didn't have the usual bite that Lysithea was know for as the pale girl walked over and sat by the young man in a proper manner expected of a noble lady, this was a bit broken as the noble girl's pink eyes moved to the plate of sweets

Lysithea: "Aristocrats are fools allowing their lives to be dictated by their Crests. Though...I suppose I am much the same in that regard... Hmg? why are looking at me like that? don't look at me like i'm a child,"