<div style="text-align: center">Estelle could have rolled her eyes at this girl, but she instead nodded as if to confirm the question about her identity. Estelle noted how her words held a hint of superiority, how cool her tone was while speaking. Seemed an overreaction on Estelle's part, but it just gave her a weird vibe. As the girl continues, Estelle raises her brow, almost offended at what was said next. Again, the comment may have been genuine curiosity, but Estelle valued her work at the shrine, even if she didn't always love it. It was easy, and made her parents proud. She didn't appreciate it being insulted in any way, and the robe was <i>kind of</i> okay. <br/>
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"Well, yeah. I love history. Why else would I be taking it?" Estelle asked, not oblivious to the fact that some people were required to take Ancient History. Ignoring the the one-up the girl gave, Estelle smirks. "You know, I find it surprising coming from you. You were at the Ando Shrine...alone, and you seemed to be very interested in the artifacts. The Loh'skaran, I remember, drew your eye more than once." She says calmly to the woman, trying to get a read on her. "It may not be the sort of history they teach here, but it's history. I would still find it interesting if I didn't have such ties, and I've grown to appreciate more than just my own life by continuing to help guard my family's legacy. That's sort of how I view history and why I enjoy it so much." <br/>
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"But, hey, don't take this the wrong way. It takes a certain kind of someone to appreciate it. You shouldn't be ashamed to admit that you're one of those people." As Estelle is saying this, the door to the classroom opens up. A woman with dark skin and puffy hair enters, her glasses lopsided and her folders slipping between her fingers. Everything about her emerald green plaid skirt-suit was very endearing to Estelle. Who was this...clumsy girl? She doesn't stop moving across the room, until she settles at the professors desk. Estelle blinked in amazement, forgetting about the conversation that was taking place seconds before. The teacher gave off positive vibes, ones Estelle could feel from across the classroom. They seemed to make eye contact for a moment and then the professor opened up her mouth for introductions, hopping into the role of an intelligent spokeswoman, rather than a timid librarian. <br/>
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<i>"Good morning, everyone and welcome to Ancient History. I am Professor Adeyo, and I'm looking forward to this quarter with you all..." <br/>
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The professor seemed to gather herself quite nicely, and was the completely opposite of what Estelle expected. She opened up her binder and began writing things down that Professor Adeyo said, then the notes about their homework for the week. The class ended too soon for Estelle's liking, but she was free for the afternoon. As she was getting up, her elbow brushed against her neighbor's arm while she was gathering her things. A tiny shock of energy shot up through her arm, causing her to pause momentarily. Estelle was able to keep the sensation she felt from appearing on her face, but it was strange. It wasn't just static shock. Something far stronger had touched her spirit. <br/>
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"Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean to bump you," Estelle apologizes, gently moving her hand onto the woman's shoulder lightly. That same sensation returned, but Estelle was prepared for it, and it didn't bother her half as much as the first time. "Thanks for letting me sit next to you, by the way. I guess I have to forgive you for insulting my robe get up now. " Estelle says in such a way that showed she was only joking. She laughed quietly to herself, then drops her hand to her side, turning to leave. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Nice to meet you, um?"​</div>