The Lost Wielder

Chapter 18

Lyra flinched, jumping awake, as an irritated Reina angrily assaulted the vending machine.

"..ate my coins, this stupid piece of shit!" She growled, once more.

Once she paused, Lyra stepped forward, "now, now. It wasn't even that much," she said dully, placing a hand on the latter's shoulder.

The situation was bizarre; this hadn't been the first time Reina had such ill fortune, however this time Reina wasn't having it and it was quite shocking to many to see her in such a state.

This was a side very few had ever seen.

Exacting a frown, Reina growled, "I just want my drink."

"You're making a scene," Lyra interjected, reminding her exactly where they were.

Reina turned. It was during that time that a group of girls had passed. All of them seem to giggle at Reina.

They were in one of the lecture halls both heading to their respective class. Normally Lyra would be having a break at this point, but due to an exam, the schedule was changed thus her and

Reina walking together.

Realizing she had forgotten her drink back in their dorm, Reina had stopped to get one from the vending machine, thus leading to their current situation.

Reina's shoulders slumped and she turned to head down the hall, only to stop in her tracks. Lyra raised a brow and looked past Reina to see that it was a woman with long, beautiful, blonde hair, flowing past her waist in spiral curls.

"Who's that?" Lyra asked. She had seen her numerous times and judging from her uniform Lyra realized she was in the Military Arts Program.

"That's the trump card of the tenth platoon. Her name is Dalsienna," Reina whispered to Lyra, while watching her walk by.

The trump card? Nina did mention there were two main ones they would have to be concerned about. Dalsienna was one of them. Lyra realized she didn't recognize the second in command to the tenth platoon due to having only seen her on screen at the dojo.

"She's so gorgeous," Reina stared in awe, bringing Lyra back.

She watched as Dalsienna walked by and studying her. There was a strange aura emitted from her. As if she knew her status was high, which irked Lyra. Even so, Lyra had to admit that she was very pretty. However, there was one thing she could not understand.

"How does she maintain all that hair while in the military arts?" Lyra wondered.

Reina looked over at Lyra and let out a laugh, "aww is Lyra jealous?"

Lyra shook her head, "I'm being serious! It's difficult as it is, taking care of this much. How does she do it?"

Lyra was talking about her own hair. While it was wavy and medium length, stopping a little past her shoulder, Lyra still felt it was so much. She would normally end up tying it up halfway through training.

It was as if Dalsienna stepping out of view broke the trance. Reina's mood instantly returned and her shoulders slumped.

"I still can't believe I don't have my drink," Reina frowned, as she continued on.

Lyra shook her head.

"It'll fade," Lyra chuckled, reassuring the older female as she followed her. "Let's grab a bite after classes, maybe?" she suggested.

Reina shrugged, "as long as you're not late to work."

Lyra rolled her eyes. Of course that was Reina's concerned. She then glanced up at the clock along the hall. "I gotta get going. My exam is going to start soon. But don't worry I won't be late."