"No way!"

Reviera flipped the book on its back. Why did the mentor have to die? Granted, she thought Halther was a grouch, but he was as close to a badass as any book character could get. He'd practically lost his whole entire family during the Dragon Wars. It wasn't fair. The main protagonist - some pompous little jerk - should've died instead. Reviera had half a mind to write a letter to the author, but she knew it'd never reach the woman. Reaching for the book yet again, she turned the page and continued to read on. The protagonist better get his act together she thought to herself. 

Engrossed in the plot, Reviera didn't hear the door turn as she flipped another page. It was only when she heard walking against the carpeted room did she look up. 

Her friends were right. The girl was absolute weird. However, not in the bad way. She was guilty of this too, but the normal dress etiquette was conservative upper class. There wasn't a dress code or anything, but it was a unspoken expectation of sorts. Reviera didn't really know how to explain it better than that. The girl's outfit left very little to the imagination, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Though she had a thing for sporty girls, her roommate wasn't that bad at all. Things could've been worse.

Finding her bookmark, Reviera broke away from her rather deep staring as she closed the book. Hopping off the bed, she brushed her shorts as she walked towards the girl. "No need to be quiet silly," she said as she stood in front of her. Offering her a smile, Reviera placed her hands on her hips. "So you're taking Kerry's spot, huh? Swell. Suppose we should break the ice. I'm Reviera."

Locking eyes with the girl, the make up pronounced her roommates eyes. It was kind of breath taking. "Need help setting up?" she asked. "Your side of the room is still a bit ... barren."