[b]Aramir[/b]
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It was the noise she missed the most.

The crunch of snow beneath her feet, the eternal howling of the wind in her ears. Those were familiar, soothing even. Silence, silence was terrifying. Silence was hostile, scary, evil. There was no crunch of snow beneath her feet as she walked, no howling wind in her ears. There was nothing but peace and quiet and terror. To fill the silence she sang. Hummed. Whistled. Did whatever she could to beat back that menacing lack of sound that pounded in her ears, stretching out her nerves till she was ready to scream. Currently she was singing a song under her breath. A, perhaps fittingly, funeral song her tribe sang when a member died. The college was coming closer and closer and she was beginning to here loud(Gods be praised) sounds. Softly, she finished. "[b]And then I'll join you in the Eternal Summer...[/b]" The last time the tribe had sang that was when old Gran had died. [i]Not that there's a tribe left.[/i] She thought bitterly. Her tribe had torn itself apart, and most of them were dead. The rest she hoped to never see again....[i]No![/i]. She had come here to start a new beginning, not dwell on the old. The past should remained buried and forgotten. If only it would agree with her. 

Regardless, the nervousness and slight terror faded as she melded into the crowd, the noise of their chatting washing over her. Even if the world was just a collection of knees and waists. It was better to be surrounded by a horde of chatting voices than to be left alone to her thoughts. As the gate boomed shut and the talking died down, Aramir began to feel nervous and uncomfortable again. If there were many voices, all washing over her, she could almost trick herself into believing that it was similar to the howling of the winds. But one voice, even magnified, wasn't enough to set her at ease. Quietly, she began to sing again, under her breath. It wasn't loud, but those around her certainly picked up on it. Irritated looks were cast her direction and voices hissed 'shut up!' at her. Not wanting to start an argument, Aramir complied. She hoped he'd keep his speech short and too the point. Nervousness and terror began to rise again. There was only this much silence when one was close to death. Perhaps it was just her rising panic, but the speech seemed to take hours. Days. She began breathing quickly through her nose. [i]Please. Whoever you are. End the speech.[/i] She begged silently. Finally, [i]finally[/i] he ended the speech and asked for any questions. 

And no one said anything. Aramir wanted to scream as the silence stretched out. But she couldn't, that would irritate people and irritating people would cause them to be angry and if they were angry they would argue and if they argued they would fight and if they fought they would die and tear themselves apart...

She had to leave. Right. [i]Now![/i]. 

She took off towards the front of the crowd,dodging through legs and tails. Suddenly, Aramir broke free of the crowd. Still running, she glanced wildly about for a place to run to. She had to get away. She had to-"Oof!" Aramir crashed down onto the ground, her eyes traveled up the boots, the deer hide breeches and the white tunic to see an Esyire, who she assumed to be the speech giver, given that he was standing in front of the crowd. "I-I can- I-" She stuttered, partly relieved that the damnable silence was being broken by sniggers and laughter and her own voice, and partly embarrassed. So much for making a good impression. She flushed, her blue skin being tinged red from the base of her throat to the top of her head.