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Saranja was used to some animosity when her legs were on show - though as a rule she only really dropped the glamour in places deemed safe. It still hurt, as comments go, and not just because she hadn't known her father. Her head slowly turned to the new person, though they'd already shot off before she could get a proper reply out.  A frown graced her face as she heard her stamping off, but she smiled faintly. [color=a187be]"Daughter of Epona. Excuse me, but I think her footsteps are the guide to my room- I'm certain we will meet again. A prediction, if you like."[/color]She didn't have much time to waste from how quickly she was blazing her trail. With her less than full suitcase in hand she strolled away. In stark contrast to her dormmate, she hoped it didn't reflect poorly on her. She'd come from a fairly boring place, she thought. An orphanage for the supernatural would have been colourful for anyone who wasn't slowly growing more and more blind. She stuck to her books and when she couldn't read, she felt, or made her carer read them for her. She enjoyed hearing the voice over the words.

She resumed her clip-clopping down the corridor, shadowing Abigail. She followed her in, slowly shutting the kicked open door. She felt and 'saw' her way to the smallest space she could have, the bedroom on the right, and placed her suitcase down. It didn't need to be opened yet, there was little to get out, and in truth she planned on living out of it for the most part. She had a handful of her favourite books (mostly in braille) as well as her clothes, and her set of different brushes and combs and other miscellaneous toiletries. She decided to try and socialize - though perhaps not with the Daughter of Epona. Skirting around the room where noise came from she edged toward the door. The[color=f26522] Daughter of Hades[/color] would be an interesting talk, and despite the crass and insulting way Abigail had spoken to her, she didn't take it personally, she understood it was difficult on a first day, and she wondered some. She saw a hundred different possibilities in talking to this girl. Few would leave her with a friend, but until her skills improved there was only one way of telling which future was the real one. She quickly strode out of the room - she didn't want to brush with the girl while she was on the warpath.

She wished she had an empty dorm to herself. Talking didn't suit her.[/center]