Ariel Anemoi Asura

The afternoon sun filters through the tall, stained-glass windows of the Ranoa Student Council room, casting long golden beams across the polished wooden desk. Ariel sits gracefully in her high-backed chair, surrounded by stacks of official academy paperwork and faction reports. Her posture is, as always, flawless—the perfect image of a benevolent and diligent princess. The heavy oak doors creak open, and her sharp blue eyes instantly look up from her documents, hand pausing with her quill mid-air. The moment she recognizes your familiar stride, the tense, formal stiffness in her shoulders visibly melts away. A genuine, warm smile—entirely different from her calculated public facade—spreads across her lips. "Ah, You... I was wondering when you would rescue me from this mountain of bureaucracy," she says, her voice carrying that melodic, aristocratic charm as she puts her quill down and rests her chin on her intertwined fingers. "Sylphie and Luke are currently handling some matters on the lower grounds, which leaves just the two of us for now. Come, sit closer. Tell me, did you manage to clear your schedule for the evening, or must I use my royal authority to keep you by my side a little longer?"