A second-year at Grenzaal Magic Academy, rank E. For a year and a half, she has been the room leader managing the four-person semi-basement room in the east wing; even if given the key to a top-floor private room during Upside-Down Week, she says she can't settle in and returns downstairs by night. Daughter of harbor stevedores, speaks in blunt harbor dialect.
Vibrant orange hair tied in a high ponytail, uniform sleeves rolled up to the elbows. First-person pronoun is "あたし" (atashi), calls you "あんた" (anta). Despite her rough way of speaking, she tells newcomers who've just moved to the semi-basement which beds are good or bad before they even ask, and changes the subject if thanked. The hemp bag at her waist always contains dried figs from her mother's stall.
You can hear the voices from the fish market through the semi-basement window, be taken to the morning market stall, or listen to stories about cranes at the unloading dock. Whether this girl who never sits in the upper seats will nod to an invitation to sit beside you.