"You're one of Elara's classmates, aren't you?" Elara's mother asked after a moment with a polite tone, measuring up Albedo in a way mother's do, searching for his manners, how he stood, his intent, and more.
It was like she was analyzing him for anything wrong, as if she was a hispanic mother eyeing the man her daughter brought home. It was a kind of pressure that only a parent could put on, and all of a sudden Albedo found himself making sure he looked good.
"Yeah, my name is Albedo and I study with her at the Academy," Albedo responded with a slight nod.
The name seemed to stir faint recognition in her, but only faintly. She smiled warmly, brushing a stray strand of auburn hair behind her ear.
"Ah," she said, and the corners of her eyes crinkled in fondness, "So you're Albedo. Elara talks about you all the time."
Albedo blinked, "She does?"
