"I do not pay the opinions of freshmen much mind. Daddy wouldn't even let me bring my knife to school with me," Sylla sighs with a small grumble, watching as he swings their hands together. She's never walked holding hands with a bloke, not like this. "At least you needn't worry about nosy freshmen for much longer."

Her eyes narrow curiously up at the older boy, realizing he is being facetious as well. She isnt used to letting other people make the decisions, she realizes, but strangely she doesn't seem to mind this time. She takes one long step in front of him, smirking as she takes the lead. "You perhaps should spend as much time as you can by the lake before you go. Or soak in as much sun before we return to all that cloud."