Move-in day was a complete pain. While the black-haired girl opted for a solo dorm, the mass influx of freshmen coming in and out with their essentials made it unnecesarily difficult for her to move in her own things. The solo dorms were begrudgingly small, so it wasn't like she could afford to bring much, but carrying a sizeable mattress up some steps with her brother wasn't easy when fifty others were doing the same thing.
It was all over now, though, and Saria was unwinding in the student lounge that connected the dorms for males and females. She'd brought her desktop with her, but there was something oddly satisfying to her when it came to sipping a drink and tapping away at her keyboard in a lounge. It wasn't like she had a roommate either, so being able to scout a fairly-filled lounge for a potential friend was nice. A little on the hopeless side, but nice nonetheless.
She couldn't help but stare at her drink as she remembered her brother's desperate tone when it came to maintaining her facade as Erin. Having to respond to an unfamiliar name had been difficult to her since she grew up as Saria, but she was used to it by now. There was nothing for her brother to worry about. Still... she always felt like she was lying to everyone she met, and it didn't sit well with her. She silently cursed the purists for robbing her of her parents, her magic for showing up at the worst of times, and her parents for refusing to tell her about it for so long. Before she knew it, a tear streamed down her face, but she quickly wiped it away with her sleeve before she thought anybody could see. Maybe being in the lounge was a bad idea, but she disregarded the feeling and sighed before taking another swig of her drink.
It was all over now, though, and Saria was unwinding in the student lounge that connected the dorms for males and females. She'd brought her desktop with her, but there was something oddly satisfying to her when it came to sipping a drink and tapping away at her keyboard in a lounge. It wasn't like she had a roommate either, so being able to scout a fairly-filled lounge for a potential friend was nice. A little on the hopeless side, but nice nonetheless.
She couldn't help but stare at her drink as she remembered her brother's desperate tone when it came to maintaining her facade as Erin. Having to respond to an unfamiliar name had been difficult to her since she grew up as Saria, but she was used to it by now. There was nothing for her brother to worry about. Still... she always felt like she was lying to everyone she met, and it didn't sit well with her. She silently cursed the purists for robbing her of her parents, her magic for showing up at the worst of times, and her parents for refusing to tell her about it for so long. Before she knew it, a tear streamed down her face, but she quickly wiped it away with her sleeve before she thought anybody could see. Maybe being in the lounge was a bad idea, but she disregarded the feeling and sighed before taking another swig of her drink.