[color=f49ac2]Nuna Mori[/color]

Immediately following her introduction, Nodah began his formalities. During this short interval, she examined the students she was to be among. [i][color=f49ac2]Inimitable, stylish, and bewitching.[/color][/i] These adjectives crossed her mind as she quickly glossed over their faces. [color=f49ac2][i]Some new and some old...[/i][/color] The others had yet to give her a response, to sit down at their table. But the speech that ensued after this thought was the closest. [color=f9ad81]"My name is Rowan Delacroix."[/color] The hooded figure, or rather Rowan, carried a hushed demeanor, almost hiding her true identity in her cloak. But there was something in the way she orated that left an impact on Nuna. The sensations the students emitted around her were immense, but Ms. Delacroix made her want to institute a liaison. Mori noticed the shy looks of Rowan and returned it with what she hoped to be a cordial smile. 

The other students had yet to engage in conversation, so Nuna began with an open-ended question. [color=f49ac2]"So how is everyone's lunch?"[/color] She stated as she began to eat what seemed to be brunch. The appearance of the maple syrup covered fruits and nuts, grapefruit buttermilk donuts, smoked salmon, and raspberry drink were not enough to cover the lingering stench that assailed her nose. A grimace washed her face and cleared to avoid any attention. Before the thought of hurling overcame Nuna, she stuffed a spoonful of the maple fruit and nuts into her mouth. [color=f49ac2]"Mmm..."[/color] as the morsels of food began to fill and her repel the odor. Her body reacted to the nourishment with a shudder of relief and satisfaction. She ate slowly, enjoying the smell and taste her food provided. [i][color=f49ac2]May the soul of the person eating whatever is procuring such a foul stench ascend freely into the light, ridding it of such pungency and impurity.[/color][/i]