Aristella didn't make a point of visiting the school, having already accomplished the expected education level for the island. A few years out of date, sure, but that was nothing a few modern anatomy textbooks hadn't fixed. The academy here was definitely more advanced than the human world, and much more extensive. They could accommodate for everything and everything, including students of a more peculiar nature than the monsters she had encountered thousands of years ago. One such student had been paired with her for the Island's little 'secret santa' event. Whether or not Aristella understood what a santa was or why it was a secret was irrelevant to the act of actually participating.
Ris hadn't the slightest idea what to buy for someone so small, and lacking in opposable thumbs, but she had been given a short list of gift ideas. It had been rather easy to figure out which gift her partner was more interested in considering it was the only one listed in specific. Not that she herself had been as helpful on the small survey. Island culture was a broad term that may have been too vague, in retrospect. Aristella mused over the thought as she waited by a fountain at the center of the courtyard, bundled up in a rather absurd amount of layers against the cold.
Ris hadn't the slightest idea what to buy for someone so small, and lacking in opposable thumbs, but she had been given a short list of gift ideas. It had been rather easy to figure out which gift her partner was more interested in considering it was the only one listed in specific. Not that she herself had been as helpful on the small survey. Island culture was a broad term that may have been too vague, in retrospect. Aristella mused over the thought as she waited by a fountain at the center of the courtyard, bundled up in a rather absurd amount of layers against the cold.
