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It wasn't often anymore that Candace allowed herself a break from planning what to do for her Mists but today she had decided was as good as any to rest up and relax. Today she had decided to just take a walk around the grounds to start an then if something caught her attention then that was where she would go.

Apparently her attention was caught by a sunny patch in the grass where she had decided to lie down and bask in the sun. Sure, it was November, but that didn't make the sun any less warm. She was at least wearing a light sweater, though she had left her Hunter coat back in her room. Eyes closed and body stretched out contently, Candace's arms were folded behind her head and it was very easy to mistake what she was doing as sleeping when in fact the Mist Huntress was still wide awake.

She heard the 'yo' first and opened one eye to see what the hell was happening. That was when she saw the harpoon. What. The ********. Where the hell did she even..

No time to think.

Candace frowned and rolled, pushing her weight back to tumble backwards. She ended up in a handstand, summoning Atropos in a bright flash of purple. Spinning herself on one hand with a push of the other, Candace kicked the incoming harpoon away from her with her weapon. Once it was gone she sighed and hopped onto her feet again, desummoning Atropos and rubbing her wrist. Who in the hell had been yelling?

Pink hair..very pink hair.

Hmmm..

She raised a brow and put her hands on her hips. "You should really be more careful, dear."

Candace couldn't help but grin at the compliment. Of course it was cool as ********, she was badass. But at the question she laughed. "Unfortunately for you, those boots are my weapon. Her name is Atropos." Candace walked toward the pink-haired girl. She had a feeling she knew who this was...but.. "And what's your name, pretty lady?" She asked with a warm smile, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

"Runics are always blue," Candace told her with a chuckle. "So now it's just a matter of telling runic weapons from hunter weapons with blue runes."

She took the hand that was offered to her and shook it once, letting go of Chelsea's hand with another pleased smile. Oh, she was right. Perfect. Delightful. Wonderful. Good, yes. She could see who this girl was. "Candace. Good to meet you." More than you know, sweet stuff. "You're very lucky I wasn't sleeping, you know. That harpoon could have hurt."

Candace just stared. "You throw harpoons at sleeping people often?" It was meant as a joke.

Kind of.

She worried if Chelsea was serious.

The recognition earned Chelsea a feigned look of surprise, one Candace pulled off flawlessly. Playing dumb was a good way to get information and genuine reactions. "It's possible, I am quite busy and Mists don't get the chance to be as close knit as the other divisions since we work solo so often...maybe you're lucky. Who is she?"

She continued to listen to Chelsea as if she was truly curious who this girlfriend of hers was, like she had absolutely no idea the pink-haired girl had decided to date one of hers. Her description was interesting to say the least. She raised a brow and tried not to smile. What color were her eyes? What was her personality like? Hm.

"I might know her, the name is kind of familiar."

Nope. Not letting on yet. Chelsea had no idea who Candace was and she sure as hell wasn't going to ruin it yet. She wanted to get to know this girl. "You know, I think for almost killing me you owe me lunch," Candace teased with an easy smile.

"I'll take an MRE~." Candace chuckled. She was already walking toward the cafeteria, holding the door of the main headquarters and holding it for her companion; it had only been a few feet from where Candace had been taking her cat nap in the warm sunlight.

It was for this reason that Chelsea was given a strange look. "I did not realize the training fields extended to the courtyard. I'll keep that in mind next time I ask one of my girls for a spar."

There's..she...really didn't know? Candace just stared. That explained it, this was all Allan's fault. She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck and shaking her head. "Allan kind of uses the entire island like a training grounds, but there is a specific field for it. It's where it's safest to train, and it's technically the only place you're supposed to summon your weapons. It's kind of frowned upon everywhere else. I'll show you after we eat." MREs may have been hit or miss sometimes but they were better than starving. Some of them weren't bad.

When Chelsea assumed by girls she meant girlfriends she laughed. "No, not like that. I have a boyfriend, and my girls are my trainees. The Mists." She paused. "Okay, so there're a few men, but for the most part it's my girls."