It was a match made in heaven, or at least with the blessing of the local optometrist. The clear glasswork was done in such a way as to accent her eyes, and the wire frames poised lovingly, spiraling outward from the bridge of her nose. They were lightweight and comfortable, and she barely even noticed them at length. The faculty smiled and nodded, and the students gushed over how wonderful they were.

Quistis didn't think too much on her new glasses. Except that the best part, of course, was that she could now, finally, read her students' annoyingly microscopic scrawl.