The entire trip had been far too long for the young dancer. For the first time she was away from her homeland and she was definitely feeling the weight of her decision. Not that there was much choice given to her. After several months of minimal training at home where she'd learned more herself than anyone was able to teacher her, Xanara came to the realization that she had to go. She had to learn about herself and her powers. To master both or she may end up lost somewhere in space or time or both.
Still, on the ship she'd been in excellent spirits. There were so many new people to meet and she'd set out to meet as many of them as she possibly could. As always she carried herself with nigh perfect posture, poise and balance. But it wasn't any sort of hard, rigidity. No, she almost seemed to flow from one place to another, a fluidity that came with full command of her lean limbs. It definitely lent itself to making her seem far more self assured than she actually was at this moment. In dance she had always been confident, with her strange abilities, though, she most certainly wasn't. And seeing the buildings, they were impressive, imposing, oppressive. So unlike anything from her homeland, always light and airy even when they were larger buildings.
Looking next to her on the observation deck, Xanara couldn't help but notice the nerves of the boy next to her. A tall boy, one of the few people who seemed to be as tall or taller than she was. At least she didn't tower over everyone. Looking at Callum more directly she decided to continue with her general quest to meet everyone.
"Hello, I'm Xanara. So, it's a little intense, huh?" She could mean the trip, the building or just everything and the upcoming experience. Still, she didn't lose her smile, the type that was a bit infectious if someone was willing to let it be. A practiced ease that came from years of performance.
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