<div class="floatright">(https://images.wallpapersden.com/image/download/blonde-blue-eye-anime-girl_65536_1920x1080.jpg)<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Lucia</span></strong></div></div><strong>Time</strong>: 11:30 AM<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Track<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Ailill, Makayla<br/><br/>Lucia looked over the texts, smiling at Makayla's before Ailill's sent her into a worry. She had already gotten a talking to from the nurse about overheating and sodium levels the last time she'd been caught running in her hoodie, and she<em>definitely</em>didn't want a repeat. The only problem was that she was already at the track, and didn't have anything else to wear!<br/><br/>As she continued to fret Ailill walked up just after Makayla did, handing her a shirt that was both slightly large and still feminine.<strong>"Thanks, Ailill. You're a lifesaver!"</strong>Now relieved, Lucia lightly jogged behind a nearby tree to change. She wasn't all that worried about anyone clocking her just because of a shirt, but thanks to only moving from blockers to estrogen when she got to Sanktuario she was at least four years behind most girls in terms of certain developments. Not enough to be blatant, but a little too much to simply be a late bloomer. Could be worse, she supposed as she pulled the new shirt on over her bra. At least she had gotten on blockers at all, else there'd be a lot more things to hide.<br/><br/>Now appropriately dressed, she walked back over to the other two while tying her hoodie around her waist. They had already lined up, taking about some kind of race.<strong>"I don't want your pudding, Makayla, but a race sounds like fun."</strong>Stretching briefly, she settled into a comfortable stance beside the two.<strong>"Ready? 3, 2, 1, go!"</strong>