Trying to be polite, Saber didn't look at the unfamiliar student. Staring was bad manners. But she was itching with curiosity. So she gladly took advantage of that moment to smile and look at the new student, all the while willing herself to be polite and now bounce in excitement. "I'm Saber. I arrived last night." Noting the posture in which the girl sat, Saber mentally nodded in approval. This girl at least knew her mannerisms. Giving a small, shy smile now that she could identify with the girl, she tried to think of an appropriate question. Chit chat had never been a strong suit.
Angel, her task done, damped Saber's hair and held up a towel. "Less than ten minutes," she reminded them. Pushing back her impatience and reluctantly standing, she accepted the towel and stepped out.
Turning, she looked at Fiona and asked as she dried herself, "Where are you from? I'm from Gryphon Heights." Noticing that in addition to posture, the girl also had a good complexion and smooth skin, she figured she might have been to some of the same parties during holidays. Even holderkin from the borders sometimes attended those despite the distance. "Perhaps you have been to the castle's Winter Nights Festival? There are plenty of people who come." In her mind's eye she remembered the snow softly twirling down. Wealthy and well-connected in the palace ballrooms and drawing rooms, the common folk in the festival grounds below.
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