The White Gale's storm (Open to all White Gale members)

Olivia was too focused on chomping on the pizza, before she noticed Menai in front of her. She was a bit confused by the question offered by this hyper-active girl, but her expression did not change at all. She slowly raised her free hand and shook hands with the girl. "Isn't everyone here just for that reason? Being friends? I don't see why you're asking me that." She said in a plain tone, just finishing her first pizza in the process while her eye looked towards Sophia, the latter still distracted with the two idols.

Once Seraphim excused herself, Tatyina was left alone once more, quietly obbserving the scene. She looked down, not knowing what she could possibly do. She was sure that she had to try and speak to others, but comminicationw asn't exactly her strong suit and who in this place was even avbailable to speak to. Surely it was a commotion that had people everywhere. But taking a deep sigh, she stood up and looked around. Maybe having a little food would help motivate her. She made her way over to the cart and tried to get a small bit of food, though even the thought of eating in front of so many people made her pale cheeks flush.

Accepting that the intimidating fighter standing in the exit was not aiming to strike a conversation, Lysandra decided to stand and approach the appetizers again, confident that at least the other girl was aware of who she was and who she was allied with. Straightening up and giving one last pointed glance back over he shoulder, the well-dressed blonde strode to the cart, picked a fresh napkin and plate, and began filling it with the treats that Seraphim had laid out for them.

She arched an eyebrow as a shy young red-haired girl made her way towards the cart as well, picking some of the food on the other side of the cart. At first the Tremaine heiress said nothing, merely observing the furtive behavior of the smaller girl. Shy, a mite cautious, hardly any of the usual stride or swagger that so many of the girls here have, Lysandra thought, I've seen her in the tapes, but up close it's even more profound. What on earth could have inspired a girl like her to such a place?

Deciding to act before the atmosphere became awkward with the red-haired maiden close by, Lysandra broke the silence. "Well, Tatyina, what has brought you here?"

Tatyina froze as she heard her name being called. She cautiously looked up to see Lysandra, her own empty plate shaking from her nerves. "H-hello..." She whispered and averted her gaze. She bowed her head slightly. "P-please forgive me but I am not certain how you know my name." She then paused, keeping her head bowed. She then lifted her head up, still not looking into Lysandra's eyes but looking at her mouth. "If there is a chance for me to bring some peace here, then I am obliged to do it." She said with soft conviction.

Menai gently squeezed Olivia's hand, grinning up at her. " You never know! But I'm glad we can be friends! It will be great fighting besides such a cool girl like you! " Menai brought her ice cream stick sword over her shoulder and slowly let go of Olivia's hand, giving her a military salute and a serious look. " I will make sure that I will always be there for you! "

"Uhhh..." Olivia trailed off, trying to think of the words to reply to that. "T-That's really unnecessary you know... But I will gladly accept your offer." She said as she gave her own salute back. She then started to pat on Menai's head while she finished eating her, seemingly getting interested about who she is.

Menai's arms flailed about when she was being patted, luckily the ribbon in her hair wasn't that easily loosened from simply patting. " G-Good but don't treat me like a kid! I can hit hard! " She'd grumble a bit childishly, looking up at Olivia with a pouty expression on her face.