[h1][u]Ciara Ventura[/u][/h1]
[i][color=gray]Wingram Academy, Girls' Dorm[/color][/i]
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[i][b]"You think there's room for my luggage as well? I don't have much, and something tells me my roommate wouldn't mind having the space all to herself. If you'll have me."[/b][/i]

Ciara's head tilts, staring at room number 9. Who was Chloe? Did it matter? Hildegunde at least seemed to like the idea.

[i]"Still tasty morsels of light in it. Of course there's space."[/i] A snickering Voice said in her mind.

There's a pause, then. [i]"Is it... like this all the time?"[/i] An innocent, whispery voice. The Adapa. 

Ciara scoffed aloud, folding her arms. [i]"...Yes. Yes it is."[/i]

[i][b]"We ought to find the head of the dormitory and request permission. After all, I doubt Chloe will be averse to having a room to herself."[/b][/i]

Ciara stared, the expression on her face approaching admiration. Of course the light was right. The curl of the radiating beams tendriling around her form, of course she was right...

[i]"It really would be delicious. Tonight, then?"[/i] A childlike Voice chimed in expectantly.

Ciara's eyes narrowed. [i]"You really aren't letting this go, are you?"[/i]

A mocking laugh. [i]"Never."[/i]

That was when the picture of contention passed by Ciara, a stream of unhappy students looking to get their problems sorted. [i]Perfect.
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She stared as the girls passed by idly before turning to the hunter. [b]"There's space. Let me move your bed."[/b]

Her eyes glanced towards Iraleth. [b]"I see no reason why it won't get approved."[/b]

Ciara took a step into room number 9, black appendages wrapping their way around the hunter's bed frame and mattress, along with the luggage in front of it. It was a matter of seconds to delicately move the bulky objects from 9 to 7, and Ciara placed the bed down near the far wall with a satisfied sigh. That was hopefully the last heavy lifting she would have to do today.

With the move complete, she gave Iraleth and Hildegunde a curious stare, glancing down at the hall, before following where the bickering girls had gone. She saw the line in front of the door labeled 'Head advisor' and gave her tongue a click. She loathed waiting, especially amidst such a hectic crowd. But the hunter would need her own key, after all.

Speaking of which...

If Hildegunde and Iraleth had also moved to stand in line, she would turn to them, staring for a moment before addressing the hunter.

[b]"You know... you're a good shot. You strike me as more of a... Sword of Wund."[/b] She said, as straight and plainly as possible. Her remark was slightly biased, as she had also made up her mind to join the Sword of Wund. But...

Her eyes glanced to Iraleth before returning to the hunter. [b]"However, you may have to choose between us. I am aware Iraleth has chosen to be a Shield."[/b]