(By the way, Hibiki's actually Japanese, and she didn't become all too popular until she made it big in Japan. She was just well-known in America, and nowhere else, until she got to Japan and truly started building up her name.)-- Ah. Thanks for clearing that up.
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Zaen's brows rose. "Really? Well, welcome! My name is Zaen. Glad to have someone of your stature joining the Yurihama family." 'Yes! Zaen thought, silently thanking the gods for media-based entertainment for the first time. 'I'll be invisible with an American idol running around. These...
[[ Zaen replied to Hibiki.]]
{{Also, completely forgot that Anette is German. .---.}}}
"I had caught a slight accent, yes. But your's is much smoother than mine..." She paused, shaking her head and giggling. That was totally untrue. "Well. No. German is gutteral and French is smooth. Your's...
Rose tinged the apples of Fleur's cheeks, the compliment catching her off guard; she allowed a silvery giggle to tumble from her lips. "Oh, why thank you, Anette! I still have trouble with some of the I sounds...And there are some words I cannot remember." The blush darkened slightly as she...
Fleur's fingers lightly clasped a piping ceramic cup, her lips, positioned near it's rim, were blowing lightly on the scorching liquid. Her azure orbs flickered upward to regard the other female as she spoke. The blonde nodded softly, graceful smile turning her lips. "It is, yes. Perfect day for...
Zaen looked toward Anna, eyes quickly appraising her before offering friendly grin. "Hello, Anna. Welcome to Japan. And Yurihama." She paused, cocking her head. "What part of the States? I was in Colorado for a good while. And, since I know what its like to move to far so fast, feel free to ask...
"Hi Laura, I'm Zaen." She waved lightly, silently wondering how the tree had become the newest watering hole. She greeted the other new arrivals with equal niceties, eyeing all of the ladies with an appraising gaze. 'So many different personalities here. So many different backgrounds. That's why...
Zaen laughed softly , shrugging one shoulder as she leaned against a tree. "You drawing is like birds flying south for the winter. It always happens." The fourth year witnessed Mitsuki's approach; upon being addressed so informally, a sharply arched eyebrow quirked upward. Her lightly affronted...
Zaen jumped slightly, startled. She hadn't seen Miko who was, as always, sketching away. A bright smile lit her face. "Oh, I missed the Academy. So much. Father had me training nearly day and night." She paused, glancing to sneak a peek at the girl's drawing before adding, "And how was your's...
Zaen chuckled lightly, pearly white incisors on display as a grin parted her lips. "You've got a couple more... well... everywhere." Another soft laugh escaped her as she reached to pick stray blades off of the girl's upper shoulders and bangs, tossing the offending green aside. "It seems that...
Zaen watched the girl dart off with an expression that read both irked and immensely confused. "Alrighty, then." Fingers slipped between short, ebony strands as she reached to brush the aforementioned nuisances away, mumbling under hear breath, "This school gets weirder and weirder every year."...