[h3][color=moccasin]Ethra[/color] and [color=#6F5689]Viik[/color][/h3]
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Ethra had moved well away from the prior event now. She was content on walking around the University grounds for a bit longer, if only to get a feel for where everything was. Her memory was solid, so she was already starting to form a proper layout in her head. Could’ve been achieved more easily with a map, yes, but oh well. She was already outside. Might as well explore.

As she went, it occurred to her that she hadn’t spoken to Irsk in a good while. Honestly, to her, Irsk was more of faculty member than a Familiar. Someone who was just, on hand, in case she had a technical or practical question. She truly didn’t see herself socializing with him very much - which made her wonder if other Familiars behaved in such a manner. Ethra wanted to know more about what they were, collectively, as she hadn’t seen mention of them in any books so far. Yet at the same time, she didn’t suppose questioning her little half-dead mouse friend would produce any satisfactory answers.

She passed by the campus store. Someplace to procure more-than-basic necessities. Didn’t look to be very active, though. As she thought that however, she watched someone exit the store - a lean, stark-skinned figure, with a featureless face barring one unsightly orifice. His limbs were dark, thin, and segmented, and he was clad in a loose, slate purple robe.

And he was carrying two large plastic packets of average water bottles over his shoulders. Ethra didn’t realize right away that she had stopped walking entirely to stare at the figure.

“Good day to you!” He said to the bagoyép. Ethra snapped out of her gaze, shaking her head rather quickly for a split second. “Uh, yes, hello.” She replied, as the figure approached. Another social interaction about to take place - she was fairly certain she’d set a personal record today.

“Viik is surprised to see rare creature such as bagoyép here. Has only ever met one other working in Forgemire.”

“The Forgemire… I’ve heard of that, I think. I can’t recall where, though.”

“Perhaps in [i]The Engineers’ Doctrine: A Collection of Accounts from the Forgemire[/i]? Author being Late Foreman Epiad Jerga III?”

“I… haven’t read that one.”

“Well, Viik has extra copy back in dorm, if you are interested in borrowing it? Pardon Viik for being presumptuous, but you look the book-reading sort.”

“You have a good… eye, I suppose. I would appreciate that.”

“Splendid! Viik can give you firsthand account along the way. Tell him, what is your name?”

“Ethra.”

“Ethra…?”

“Just, Ethra. I… don’t have a surname.”

“Ha! A thing Viik and Ethra have in common!”

And without even realizing it, the two were walking together along the pathway towards the dorms.