[h2][color=orchid]Esuterura Kuinu[/color][/h2][@Caits]

The young woman's expression was stiff and decided. The circumstances that brought her to the academy she was none too pleased about. Placed here by her human caretakers, if they could be referred as such, for the purpose of educating and integrating her into their culture. A detestable venture in her own mind as she wanted nothing to do with this world or the people on it. Many of them were rude or uncivilized, not warranting her time or attention. 

Thus far she'd not spoken to or looked at anyone beyond a simple glance. Accustomed to hauling her own things around she had impatiently hauled a small case of luggage. Having arrived on the planet in biosuit it seemed she had nothing suitable to wear and was provided simple human clothing. She wore a simple white dress lightly adorned with pink flowers. They had refused to give her anything more. Such treatment put off the alien and the mood lingered even now. 

Observing the facility it was at least clean in appearance and comparable in size to some of the nobles academies. The experience shouldn't be altogether terrible, present company excluded. The myriad of different people made her wonder just how chaotic this place must be to produce so many variations. As she understood they did not adapt in the same way as she which meant that they were often locked into whatever form they were born. Glancing down at her own hand she made note of her own skin tone. It had changed twice already, the environment of earth playing havoc on her life cycle. It was a much more human skin than the purple or blue that she ordinarily had. having never been off Suteruraru she had merely heard stories that visits to other words resulted in physiological changes to fit in with the locals. Still she had retained her strikingly colorful hair, of which Esuterura was pleased to have not lost in the turmoil.

Whist thinking to herself she became aware of an individual poking at her mental barriers. The boy had no luck getting into her mind, she be far more adept and arguably in another league when it came to telepathy. Without looking she shot back a message to Barca. [i][color=orchid]"It's not polite to intrude on others thoughts, boy."[/color][/i] The communication carried with it a fair amount of power like a sharp prick to the the brain. Esuterura had no intention of being gentle toward anyone that would be so careless. The others seemed to be moving on so she followed.