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While Ylaine might have been small for her level, there were always exceptions to the rule -- and not all of them in the "transfer for a higher level" category. Some were quite the reverse. As short as Ylaine was for her level, there were students who were tall for theirs, and they elicited much the same speculation from fellow students old enough to care for gossip.

Ylaine's capacity for disdain and avoidance was considerable, though, and she had never made it a point to seek out such individuals. It stood to reason that eventually she would cross paths with her opposite. It was simply not a day she planned for or looked forward to. It was simply one of those things that, stay in school long enough, and it happened.

Like any institution of its size, the Liberty Center had landscaped grounds, and now that it was spring the flowers had begun to appear. Being fond of flowers, Ylaine found herself stopping to admire a new-bloomed patch of them, kneeling so she could run her fingers over the fresh green leaves and delicate lavender and white petals.

"They are... adequate," Ylaine said, keen to hide her interest. She could not be seen as having any sort of enthusiasm for things. Then people might mistake her for cheerful or friendly and try to approach her as this girl had. It was instinct Ylaine would hurriedly quash unless the girl proved to be somehow of interest, which was unlikely. Only older people had the kind of elaborate drama Ylaine found appealing. Still, she would give this girl a momentary chance.