[center][color=Darkorchid][h1]Jeanette Blackwood[/h1][/color]

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The interior of the sun room seemed to pulse with ancient energy, a testament to the power in the bond between Mage and Familiar. Standing within the crowd of students, Jeanette didn't pay much attention to the Principals opening words, or the first few bondings. Instead, she simply let the feel of the room soak into her body, feeling just a tiny bit closer to the gods here. [i][color=Darkorchid]Man, what I wouldn't give to just spend a day just relaxing in here, but I doubt they're renting this place out for study sessions. Shame, school would probably make a killing of it, though given how much tuition is, I doubt they're hurting for cash.[/color][/i] Jeanette chuckled to herself slightly as she looked around the crowd, quickly growing bored with just standing around and waiting for her name to be called. While she was excited at the thought of bonding, it still seemed somewhat weird how it was not only a requirement her in Prydain, but also treated just so casually. Honestly, it was a bit off-putting to her that her first would be given to some random stranger without any say so. [color=Darkorchid][i]Well, it's like they always say: 'When in Rhéo, do as the Rhémans do.' Still, they sure are taking their sweet time.[/i][/color]

Continuing her observation, she noticed a small-ish girl push her way through the crowd, her frilly dress clashing with the rather rough way in which she elbowed anyone who didn't move out of her way. Luckily, Jeanette was not one of those people, watching from the side as the girl made her way towards the front of the crowd. [color=Darkorchid][i]Well, aren't they just a little ray of sunshine. Looks cute in that dress though.[/i][/color] Going back to her people watching, the light haired Erish girl sighted a particularly interesting sight. Standing in a formal attire that was in stark contrast to the casual wear that most of the other students were dressed in, complete with silk gloves for the added level of prim and properness. A wry smile spreading across Jeanette's face as she reached into her pocket to pull out a wilted rose, barely clinging to life. A memento from Eriu, the luscious full red of flower had dulled to an ugly brown, the petals crumpled and closed in. While the former majesty of the rose could be seen somewhat, it seemed clear that this flower was well past saving and laying at death's door.

[color=Darkorchid][i]Come on, Jen. You've practice this a hundred times. You've got this.[/i][/color] Focusing her thoughts on flower, she felt the tiny sliver of life that was still within. Taking a deep breath, she focused upon the wilted stalk in her hand, waving her other hand over it as she let loose the trickle of magical power flow from her meager reserves into the rose. At first, nothing seem to happen. Then, the green of the rose stalk and red of the petals would suddenly begin to brighten up, regaining it's old, dazzling color once more as the dying cells were suddenly revitalized. It took about a minute, but when she finished, she held in her hand a beautiful, full rose, the petals having turned an exquisite ruby red that seemed to shimmer in the golden light of the Sun Room. Inhaling faint sweetness that was the scent of this particular rose, she let out a breath as a  wave of exhaustion rolled over her. [color=Darkorchid][i]By the gods, bringing one tiny flower from the brink of death shouldn't be taking this much out of me.[/i][/color]

Once she was able to recover her composure and catch her breath, Jeanette sneakily maneuvered her way through the crowd until she was right behind the blonde noble girl, clearing her throat in order to get their attention before letting lose one of her dazzling smiles. [color=Darkorchid]"Well now, I didn't expect to find a lady as beautiful as you amongst our student body, nor can I believe that I managed to miss you last year either."[/color] Jeanette gave a low bow to the the blonde girl, rising back up from the ground to present to them the rose. [color=Darkorchid]"My name is Jeanette Blackwood, and if you would be so kind, I would ask that you please except this Erish Rose from my homeland as a gift from me to you. A noble specimen for someone of equally noble bearing."[/color]

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