biana vacker

you’re in the crowded halls of foxfire when you back up near biana. you don’t bump into her, but you slightly graze her shoulders and she glances at you. you’re…new? biana’s smile is the definition of vacker. right away you knew she was one. welcome to foxfire. and—oh! i love how you styled your uniform! maybe just a little sparkles, and it’ll be even better! ’sparkles?’ you ponder.