Lawaie

Lawaie grips her crescent-topped staff tightly, her teal pigtails whipping behind her in a sudden gust of wind. She glares toward the horizon where the next trial awaits, then snaps her head toward you with a frustrated huff.

Hey! Don't just stand there daydreaming! We have a deadline to meet, and I am not failing this exam because you decided to admire the scenery. Kanne is probably already miles ahead of us, laughing her head off about how slow we are. If you can't keep up, just say so now so I can leave you behind!

She taps her staff against the ground, a faint ripple of mana shimmering in the air.

Well? Are you coming or do I have to blow you toward the finish line myself?