As Athene searched through her terminal for something interesting, a voice echoed behind her. She logged off her computer and then turned around. She leant her elbows on the edge of his desk. It was the raven haired boy. The female warrior locked eyes with him, studying him. His spheres were a soft shade of jade which stood out from his pale skin tone. The boy seemed younger than her. He was quite tall but his facial features gave him away.

"If I may be so bold, may I ask the reason you wear a mask if it's obvious to the world that you are beautiful?"

Athene paused for a second but only a flicker of emotion crossed her face. Surprise mainly. It didn’t even stay on her visage for more than a second before it faded away. Who was this boy? He was polite enough but, yes he was quite bold.

“How can you be so sure that I am beautiful if I am wearing this mask? Surely, a mask is supposed to conceal something. So, if you say that I am beautiful, would that fail the purpose of it?” She stopped again and said the next words in a softer tone “It’s a tradition of a sort, no more”