Elsa does not actually approach him out of interest in kendo. (Although learning it might not hurt, if she's able to keep her ice power under control.) Instead, she merely gravitates toward a familiar face in the ocean of strangers.
"Good morning," she says. A second too late, she realizes that she never actually got the man's name, and casually scans a business card in search of the information. The only thing on it is an email: 'Hatamoto'. That... sort of helps, but not really. Elsa's not sure how this school treats email formatting; his name could be H. Atamoto, or O. Hatamot.
Elsa tries to crush any outward signs of the knot forming in her stomach. She can't address him by name, because she doesn't know it, and assuming one or the other would make her look like an absolute fool. Will he introduce himself? Goodness, she hopes so...
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Elsa does not actually approach him out of interest in kendo. (Although learning it might not hurt, if she's able to keep her ice power under control.) Instead, she merely gravitates toward a familiar face in the ocean of strangers.
"Good morning," she says. A second too late, she realizes that she never actually got the man's name, and casually scans a business card in search of the information. The only thing on it is an email: 'Hatamoto'. That... sort of helps, but not really. Elsa's not sure how this school treats email formatting; his name could be H. Atamoto, or O. Hatamot.
Elsa tries to crush any outward signs of the knot forming in her stomach. She can't address him by name, because she doesn't know it, and assuming one or the other would make her look like an absolute fool. Will he introduce himself? Goodness, she hopes so...