You are here! Proclaimed the placard map on the side of Maloise College. Kobato, on the other hand, was still completely befuddled where to make of her whereabouts. Her grandmother's old school, or at least the art building remnant, shouldn't have been too far where the current buildings of the local Pravian college stood.

She tugged the hems of her mellow verdant-colored outfit. The entire ensemble was matched in order to highlight a certain piece of a fragile, beloved piece of jewelry that her grandmother had cherished and passed down to her. A string of butterflies.

The long-haired teenager didn't wear any earrings herself, so the soft-colored earring was looped around her own hat, dangling like a cluster of spring butterflies. They swished in the cool March breezes, and from the corner of her eyes, darting to ascertain that the wings didn't tangle, she noted another person nearby, looking as if they'd identified something of interest. She instantly thought of the headpiece (they were, after all, the prized piece of her outfit) "Do you like them? My grandmum's friend made it, she called this one 'Pree-maa-ve-ra' and she always wears it on the first day of spring. Kobato is wearing them a little earlier, though! I thought, maybe spring will come earlier if I do."