[h1][u]Ciara Ventura[/u][/h1]
[i][color=gray]Wingram Academy, Girls' Dorm[/color][/i]
[@Nanaya] [@Psyker Landshark] [@Sifr]
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[i][b]"You were quick to choose. May I ask why? And while not as quick, I'd like to know your reasoning as well, Ciara."[/b][/i]

[i]"Because the Voices said so."[/i] Was Ciara's immediate thought, but she held back. Being so bluntly honest, especially with what went on in her convoluted, disturbed mind, likely wasn't the best way to reward her friend's interest.

[i]"It's so dark... peaceful..."[/i] Said the child-like Voice in her head, referring to Otis. Indeed, that was likely the most significant reason. The Voices approved of Otis, so it wasn't hard to align with him.

On top of that, her own powers took on the symbolic shape of a sword more easily.

[b]"I value my truces, I suppose."[/b] She said idly, not giving a specific answer to Hildegunde. Hopefully, she would trust Ciara's words at that and not press her further. There wasn't an easy way to explain her reasoning, after all.

[i][b]"Why was I quick to choose? Vaal Nero is my home. I could hardly decide not to join the corresponding faction, now could I?"[/b][/i]

Ciara stared, her face appearing a bit pained before she pursed her lips. [i]Hunger.[/i] When the knight spoke so confidently, the light around her blazed brighter, more tantalizing for the senses. 

As the group of girls in front of them left the office in defeat, and a voice called out to them, she gave an anticipating glance to Iraleth and Hildegunde before stepping into the office. She took in the elven mage, recognizing her cape's status right away. She couldn't stop her jaw from dropping slightly out of surprise and awe. It was like being in front of an idol, or superstar. Ranks as high as Undermage were something Ciara admired. Magical merit such as this amazed her, though she cared little for the hierarchy attached to it.

She took a seat, a bit at a lose for words, glancing back at Iraleth and Hildegunde before locking eyes with the elven mage.

[b]"Head Advisor, we would like to move Hildegunde from room 9 to room 7 permanently. From what I understand, there's a certain roommate better left on their own. I've already moved her bed. We just need an extra key for room 7." [/b]She stated matter-of-factly, confident the head advisor would agree.