[b]Aemiliana[/b]
Aemiliana froze like a startled rabbit when she heard the boy. For a moment she had assumed it was her father, but then she realized that her father would never hand her a cloak to wrap up in. Dumbly she took the cloak and folded it around her shoulders. "I-I-I-I'm f-f-fine." She mumbled, hardly a convincing lie with her teeth chattering so hard. "I-I-I'm not s-s-s-up-p-posed-d to b-b-be here. T-t-t-that's all." She took a second look at the boy. He was tall and had the most stunning gray eyes she'd ever seen... And then she realized she was staring, her violet eyes wide, and quickly ducked her head. "f-f-f-forgiv-v-ve me, I've l-lost all m-my manners..." She rose clumsily to her feet and reached her tiny hand out to clasp forearms with the boy. Given their situation, as fellow students, it was acceptable (though not on the streets! Heaven forbid a woman should touch a man not her husband!) "M-my name i-is Aemiliana Secunda..." That would tell him a) she wasn't married and b) she was of a highborn house. Not that she wanted to rub her rank in anyone's face, but her name sort of forced her to. She smiled up at him slightly. [i]Gods, I wish I wasn't so short. People have to bend in two just to look at me.[/i}