Mira and Trill followed after the lady, once the older teacher was again on his feet. The minstrel was taking it all in with an air that, while mostly attentive, seemed a bit distracted and flitted quickly from one thing to the next. The human beside him seemed uncertain but steadier, filing each bit of information away for later use. Her face tightened at the idea that they were somehow better than the other students. Even if it was true, there was no reason to make a big deal out of it. Privately she wondered how they’d manage to learn whatever techniques they needed to keep from cancelling out opposing elements without any instruction. Surely there were people that understood the concept and could help them? But she didn’t comment until the issue of where to put Trill arose. “I would very much prefer he be allowed to stay nearby, though if Scarlett and I share a room it might be...awkward for all concerned.” She blushed faintly, and the minstrel looked amused. “I don’t mind being put wherever,” he said. “It’s not as if I plan on spending a great deal of time in my room.
“You should be nearby, Trill. Please?”
“She said study,” he pointed out. “I can still see you, you’ll just have to leave your little private club, is all. Or I’ll sneak in the window, perhaps, he thought to himself, already trying to asses the route they’d taken to get to the towers, and wondering if there were others.
“He’s right, put him somewhere else,” Mira agreed quickly. “Goodness knows I don’t think you’ll ever get him in class.” Her tone fell somewhere between scolding and amused, and she got an unrepentant grin in reply. “It’s part of the whole dashing vagabond charm,” the elf replied, wiggling the fingers of one hand.
Then Idris was off, apparently summoned by an eagle that landed on her shoulder. Mira glanced over from watching the woman leave when the snake-man started shouting. She wasn't sure where he'd come from, but sharing a room in a dormitory was pretty standard back in the City of Light. That's why she'd found a small apartment for herself. Yes, it would be nice if they had options, but there were more important things to worry about.
With that thought, she turned to look at her own roommate. The demon was small compared to what she’d heard about demons, and even what she’d seen on the way to the school’s entrance portal. And she appeared to be the youngest one there, though with demons being one of the longer-lived races she supposed that appearances might be deceptive. Still, they did tend to appear adult, and Scarlett still looked like a teenager. The girl had flawlessly pale skin, the kind most of the City of Light beauties would kill to have, and she felt a stab of jealously, followed closely by insecurity. She was very conscious of the handful of freckles that dotted the curve of her cheekbones, and the scar that sliced down her face. Resolutely she pushed those feelings aside, and extended her hand with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Scarlett. I’m Miraem Kastern.”
“You should be nearby, Trill. Please?”
“She said study,” he pointed out. “I can still see you, you’ll just have to leave your little private club, is all. Or I’ll sneak in the window, perhaps, he thought to himself, already trying to asses the route they’d taken to get to the towers, and wondering if there were others.
“He’s right, put him somewhere else,” Mira agreed quickly. “Goodness knows I don’t think you’ll ever get him in class.” Her tone fell somewhere between scolding and amused, and she got an unrepentant grin in reply. “It’s part of the whole dashing vagabond charm,” the elf replied, wiggling the fingers of one hand.
Then Idris was off, apparently summoned by an eagle that landed on her shoulder. Mira glanced over from watching the woman leave when the snake-man started shouting. She wasn't sure where he'd come from, but sharing a room in a dormitory was pretty standard back in the City of Light. That's why she'd found a small apartment for herself. Yes, it would be nice if they had options, but there were more important things to worry about.
With that thought, she turned to look at her own roommate. The demon was small compared to what she’d heard about demons, and even what she’d seen on the way to the school’s entrance portal. And she appeared to be the youngest one there, though with demons being one of the longer-lived races she supposed that appearances might be deceptive. Still, they did tend to appear adult, and Scarlett still looked like a teenager. The girl had flawlessly pale skin, the kind most of the City of Light beauties would kill to have, and she felt a stab of jealously, followed closely by insecurity. She was very conscious of the handful of freckles that dotted the curve of her cheekbones, and the scar that sliced down her face. Resolutely she pushed those feelings aside, and extended her hand with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Scarlett. I’m Miraem Kastern.”