[Milayou and Eliisa] [i]This school… the teacher called that a… blight? All those students… they’re all dead…[/i] “Hon. Hon? You still need to sign here.” The receptionist pointed towards the bottom of the room contract. “Uh, uh, yes.” Milayou absent-mindedly dashed the pen across the paper in an attempt at a signature. The receptionist sighed gently and shook her head. “Dearie, I know you’ve seen a lot in these last few hours. Head to your room for now, alright? If you don’t like where it is, or don’t like your roommate, please do come talk to me.” Milayou nodded imperceptibly at the receptionist. “Your room is 227, on the second floor. Do try and get some rest, sweetie.” [i]What have I gotten myself into…?[/i] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [i]I was able to defend myself… but…[/i] With the strength of a stiff breeze, Milayou pushed the dorm room door open. [i]...the other students…[/i] Dropping her satchel near the door, she staggered to the nearest bed-like object and tumbled into it. Eliisa stirred. [i]Someone entered the room… probably my roommate.[/i] “What’s your name?” Eliisa asks the newcomer, still somewhat bleary. Milayou fumbled upright in her bed, stammering. “Ahh, please don’t hurt me! I didn’t know there was someone in this room…!” “I’m not going to hurt you, why would I hurt you? My name is Eliisa though. Eliisa Gerhardt.” Milayou straightened her bangs and ponytail. “Uh, okay… M-Milayou Riviel.” “What’s your word?” [i]Have to be careful if it’s something dangerous.[/i] “Uhm… I think it’s ‘Reflect’. W-what about yours?” “My word allows me to transform things,” Eliisa says somewhat vaguely. [i]Reflect seems pretty non-aggressive.[/i] “Transform things… like what things?” “Let’s see, what’s your favorite animal?” Eliisa queries. “Umm, okay. Well, the fox? In folk stories and mythology, foxes are seen as cunning, resourceful and mischievous… They outsmarted their enemies... even when they were weaker and smaller! They’re kinda cute and fluffy too… Sometimes I wonder if I could be wise and cunning like a fox…” Eliisa, feeling unusually mischievous, grinned and went over to touch Milayou. “Eliisa…?” She focused on giving Milayou fox ears and tails to match her hair color. A most curious sensation came over Milayou’s body, focusing at the top of her head, and at the bottom of her back. Milayou felt her hair move slightly, and the bottom of her flannel shirt flutter. “Aaaauh, Eliisa!?” Eliisa turns the air into a small mirror and hands it to Milayou for her to look at. On her head were two blonde-white fox ears, and a set of matching tails behind her. “These are…?” Looking in the mirror, Milayou tried wiggling her new ears and tails. To her surprise, they moved in response to her thoughts. She reached up and touched her ears. They felt velvety and soft, and a bit sensitive to the touch. Fluttering her tails back and forth, she tried stroking one with her hand. A strange, euphoric feeling caroused through her. “...real?” “Yeah. Now you are actually like a fox.” As Milayou fiddled with her new foxy appendages one last time, a spritely grin slowly creeping across her face. “Eliisa…?” “Yes?” With a short hop, Milayou bounced off of her bed and into Eliisa’s, glomping her in a big, warmhearted hug. “Thank you!” Eliisa gets a bit flustered at the sudden gesture and says quietly, “You’re welcome.” After Milayou releases her, Eliisa suggests, “Hey, why don’t we head over to the library? So we can get a better idea of our words and what they can do?” Milayou’s tails wave about buoyantly. “Ah… that sounds like a good idea! I think I lost… a few books earlier.” “Alright, let’s go there first and head over to lunch afterwards,” Eliisa recommends. “Okay!”