As Lyris stood, she spied over the rest of the dining hall. There were many different types of people. . . And things she had noticed on her way to the dining hall as well as the actual hall itself. Half-Snake people, Elves, Dragonpeople and . . . Some kind of stone thing, she had never seen before. . . It was a lot more interesting than being locked up in that house. Then, to her surprise, someone called out for her. It did seem to come from her head's level either, but lower. A small person. The ears betrayed the race, though the height might have been a great hint. The girl was a bit of a shock to Lyris. She wasn't sure if it was that someone talked to her, or someone so small talked to her. She put that aside as she answer the Snow Elf, "Oh, um, hello Aramir." She paused for the right words, rubbing her hands all over each other from nervousness.

After a few seconds of that she spoke again, "My name is Lyris." The Alanian found that simple was better. What next? Yes, that's it. "How are you, Aramir? I, myself, am quite fine. I do not know about you, but I am enjoying my time at this school so far. It's a far-cry from home though." Her voice carried a sense of nervousness in it for sure. It was the first big conversation she had with, presumably, someone her own age. Otherwise it was with her father or his minions, otherwise there was really no one at all to talk too. "N-not that it's a bad thing. I really didn't like home much." Her mouth sported an awkward smile and her eyes trying, but not quite successfully making contact.