"Who are you?" asked the girl intently, examining Saito's face, the clear blue sky behind her. She seemed to be close to Saito's age. Underneath a black cloak, she wore a white blouse and a gray pleated skirt. She knelt down and looked, shocked, at his face. Her face is... cute. Reddish-brown eyes danced upon the stage of her flawless, white skin and strawberry blonde hair. She looks kind of like a foreigner. In fact, the girl must have been a foreigner. A cute, doll-like foreigner. Maybe she’s half-Japanese? It's just like a fantasy. "Where are you from, commoner?" "Why not?" "With him?" "Yes?"