Luckily for her, and most likely the rest of the other graduates, Agnes didn't need to be working all day, at some point in time finally able to get some time for herself, a break to be more specific. Her duty had started in the morning and now that it was already closing in on evening, the girl would take that time available to think about what to do. She could go to her room and rest some more, since she was admittedly exhausted. She didn't truly expect for her first days to be already so pressuring.

Either way, whilst Agnes walked across the streets of Crocus, she spotted something immensely interesting, easily robbing her of her attention. The dark-haired teenager halted right in front of a theatrical facility and big enough for everyone to see was the poster of an upcoming show, including its theme and what time it was going to start, as well as what kind of actors, singers and musicians would be playing there.

Indeed, an opera play was close to commence.

"Oooh... Couldn't have had better timing...!"

And without hesitating any longer, the girl would walk in, looking around as she did so, making sure she understood exactly where she was going. That was until those crimson orbs of hers would lock on a line being made up by about six people, leading up to the counter where a person appeared to be handing out tickets. "Great, they are still selling..." Agnes mumbled to herself, smiling softly in relief, eventually positioning herself on the back of that same line, looking around and waiting.

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Buying the ticket was faster than she thought. The line of six people in front of her rapidly dispersed, one after another calmly walking inside the auditorium. Most of them were sporting quite the dapper and elegant dresses, and there she was, wearing her typical academic uniform; button-up and long-sleeved black shirt followed by a medium-sized reddish skirt and ending below with some brown loafers, most of her legs shielded by white thigh high socks. Nothing meant to impress.

Eventually she'd be the one making her way further inside the opera house, from afar already noticing the wide and large curtains covering the main stage. There were many, many seats, more than what she actually imagined. The room was big enough to probably fit even thousands of people, with ease. Clearly this had to be the center of shows like these in the entirety of the capital, which made her happy, since it wasn't so far from her workstation and the room where she stays at.

Though, right as the first glance was given to her ticket in order for her to understand where her seat would be, she'd be greeted by a woman who appeared to be alone, idle in a spot perfect to observe the surroundings. "Hm?" Agnes hummed questioningly, her head lifting up and those crimson orbs of hers fixating now on the older woman's own. Instantly, a sense of familiarity coursed through her entire body, which surprised her in itself, seen by her momentary expression of light shock. "Have I seen her before...?" As quickly as that feeling came, the young Vollan hopped back to reality, finding it only polite to return a greeting of sorts.

"O-Oh, good evening, miss..." She bowed down after such, hit with a question not long afterwards, which she responded in the usual soft and careful tone, seeing as the woman was clearly much, much older than her. "Yes, yes, I am. Is that the case with you as well, miss?" Agnes inquired, holding her clasped hands against her groin area.

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The girl blinks at the invite. Reckless as she was, she'd normally respond with a 'yes' due to the kindness and generosity offered by such older woman. But then again, she thought that maybe it was a risk to trust a random stranger... If this one was even a random stranger. Indeed, a few seconds of pondering were made. At first, Agnes thought that, due to how attractive this female looked and due to how skimpy her dressed appeared to be, she might as well be planning to take the teenager somewhere else. But no, that was silly. No way that was going to happen.

"I can't get this thought out of my head that I've seen her somewhere... Long ago too..." The younger Vollan kept with her thinking process. Yet, it was starting to get rude, the fact that she was keeping the woman waiting for a response. A soft smile was returned and another curt bow offered, followed by a light nod of sorts. Ultimately, in that usual smooth tone of hers, she responds. "I'd love for you to join me, miss."

It was the better choice in the end. And one that was going to benefit her for many, many reasons. One of them being that she will most likely find out about why this individual standing before her sends out such a familiar vibe. The others, well, included getting to know more about the opera house itself, and of course, the woman she just met.

"My ticket?" She questioned once Alisa extended out her hand and requested for Agnes to lend her the ticket she was given on the main hall. The obsidian-haired teenager wouldn't take long, stretching her own arm out and allowing for her company to study. On it would read the typical information; how much she paid and about her seat, among other irrelevant things. "Is something wrong with it?" Of course Agnes had to ask to make sure. There was one particular reason for why the older woman might desire to see her ticket, that was to check on her seat. But there could always be something else.

Either way, whilst that happened, that crimson gaze of hers reverted up at the older Vollan's own. That radiant smile of hers and that appearance, the way she dressed. Everything about her was rather impressive. While Agnes wasn't a person to easily be seduced by attractiveness like that, she had to admit the woman standing before her was amazingly-built.

"O-Oh, right...!" Thankfully she was reminded of the fact she hadn't introduced herself before either. Another bow was offered, this one more of an apologetic one, before she'd proceed to return a name. "I'm Agnes! Nice to meet you, Alisa!" Strangely enough, the woman's name didn't appear to ring a bell. For now, at least.

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Agnes started to wonder how far this woman would go to satisfy her. The fact that she'd steal another's seat only to be able to spend time with her made her think. Could it be... Could it be that the older Vollan also possessed the same kind of familiar feeling and had already figured it out? And was just keeping it as a secret? The girl wanted to ask really bad, yet she didn't want to scare her company away, now that she had gotten it. After all, it's better to watch anything with another than alone.

"Thank you." She smiled gently after such a compliment was offered. It was good to know that the first impression the woman got from her was actually a positive one. It meant she was doing a good job. Even during those kind of situations, Agnes still hopes to satisfy any citizen, might they be complete strangers or not. This one... This one was special. Whilst they walked towards their seats and ultimately sat on them, the obsidian-haired teenager wouldn't hesitate to respond. "Well, I have always been an admirer of art, be it singing, acting, painting or writing. I'm more of a fan of writing, but the others are still able to please me most of the times. Hopefully this one isn't an exception." She nods in the end, crossing her feet, one on top of the other, as she places her hands onto her lap, assuming a relaxed pose.

Her head would then tilt to the side whilst she continued to eye the older woman, curiously observing her. "What about you, Alisa? What makes opera so intriguing to you?" She politely questioned.

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"Sculpting can be nice too. Yet, I haven't seen much of it." The girl responds to the playful hint offered by the older Vollan, which almost instantly elicited the following question. "Why? Are you perhaps a sculptress yourself?" The fact that Alisa enjoyed art since she came to also observe the show that was close to commence was obvious, yet if she's told that this woman is also someone who excels in the area, Agnes will be the more intrigued about knowing this individual.

Either way, it seems that the opera was soon to start. It didn't prevent her from answering back though. As she did, her eyes would obviously be set upon the still closed curtains, ready for the moment they part away for the stage to be fully observed. "Well, the truth is... I haven't written much yet. Sure, I did back when I was younger, with my parents and such. But most of what I do right now is reading." She states.

The following monologue caught her attention. A both skeptical and curious attention, that was. Some of what the other woman said was confusing, but that was not at all because Alisa might have not made any sense. Perhaps the young brain of Agnes simply wasn't able to process such a seemingly intelligent speech. Though, she didn't want to look rude and merely nodded and smiled gently at it. Luckily, at this point, the curtains would start to open and the lights turned on, the spotlight placed on one person, wearing what appeared to be a princess gown.

A damsel-in-distress themed story was about to be told.

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