Maya Enilsdottir


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By herself, the blonde queen of ice and snow remained seated in silence while the other students rushed out of the train. A bag was resting in her lap, her arms wrapped around them while her eyes softly examined the students. For those that caught her chilling gaze, a mortified glimpse was given in turn, but Maya was not phased. She was all too familiar with this feeling of solitude. As if molded in the lands of Winter to be the epitomy of snow, beautiful, yet untouched. Unwanted. Such was her life, with all her old friends leaving her over time, and her time at this school has been, well, fruitless in friendship. She didn't mind that too much anymore, now her focus was purely on the knowledge and wisdom her teachers might bring.

As the trainhalls began emptying and the chatter of footsteps seemed to slow down and ease up, she finally took to her feet. Slowly and graciously she stepped out of the train, the 16 year old kept her rather neutral expression all-together. Her blue orbs gaced over, noting the large mass of students, or atleast the ones she could see given her modest height. She sighed softly. She hated crowds. Crowds are full of groups, all groups of friends. She did not hate friendship though, she was purely jealous. How come she was so distasteful to the other students? All she wants is to be apart of that crowd, chattering with friends while smiling. That, however, is not something for a daughter of a loanshark.

She looked away from the crowd as if seeking friendship in the solitary spaces of the fields instead, gently walking over to the closest tree while internally damning the concept of Spring and Summer. Kneeling down beneath it, utilizing her knees as rest for her upperbody while placing her bag down in front of her. Pulling out a clock from her sidepocket, she sighed again. [color=0072bc]"So long until the opening ceremony, huh."[/color]