Arrival at... Wherever This Is
... Hm.
She could swear she was supposed to arrive at an academy located in a monastery. (A monastery. Of course. Again. Please, for the love of Mother Mila and all that she stands for, tell me I can at least wear different clothes every once in a while.)
Certainly, a dreamy beach resort was not what she expected.
This feels... unreal, to say the least.
And yet, among the faces of some people she sees nearby, she recognizes a few she had heard were at the academy.
They don’t seem to be questioning what’s going on... so she shall not, either.
A serene smile creases her lips as she adjusts the summer hat on her head - she doesn’t really know where it came from, but that is fine, she has always wanted to have something like that anyway - and approaches slowly, looking for a spot she may claim for herself.