Welcome to Gaia! ::

Haidee returned from the lounge with a book. She had no idea whether it was a textbook or even if it was free to take, but she had become so engrossed in it that she refused to put it down to be lost. She opened the door to her room and entered as she read the last page. How thrilling a tale it was!

She tossed the book on top of her dresser and opened up her closet. Now to choose something to wear for the banquet. Honestly, it wasn't as formal an occasion as the ball would be, but she still intended to dress as nicely as the occasion would allow her to.

Haidee rifled through the dresses, hanboks, and kimonos she had come to school with. She intended to save her most formal of all for any balls and soirées the school would hold. That meant... hmmm...

What if I were to wear the yellow? Mm, no... Perhaps the blue? Or the rose? Haidee frowned at her closet, trying to choose. Finally, she settled on not changing at all. After all, it wasn't as though she had anything INformal to wear. She could dress up even further another day.

"Hello, my friend!" Haidee smiled as Galaxy reentered the room. "Are you excited for the banquet?"

She waited as Galaxy changed in the water closet, and sat down on her bed to further contemplate her wall. She cycled it through green, orange, blue, red, purple, and green again. Her indecision was incredible, but she was in no rush. She had the whole year to decide. For now, she supposed, it was best left white.

"Have you had a pleasant day?" Haidee called through the door, wondering how Galaxy would look in her cute dress. Her roommate certainly had taste.

Haidee squealed with joy. "You look so lovely!" She bounced happily on her bed, imagining how the the other students would react when they walked in. She closed her eyes and thought of every royal head turning as the doors to the hall opened and they strolled inside, casually choosing seats at the head of a table right in the center of the hall just as dinner was served.

Oh, what a lovely image that would be.

"Should we be off?" she asked, standing up. She locked up her flute in her bedside table; there was no place for a diner to play music at a formal occasion. Her baton, though, she kept safely tucked inside her sleeve. "It wouldn't do to be late today."

[Exit to Dining Hall]