[h3][color=fff79a][center]Isilfarrel Mornelis[/center][/color][/h3]
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Her quarters took a bit of time to find. The hallways, expansive and finely decorated as they were meant one had to travel quite a bit if they were unfamiliar with them. At least the decor was much to her liking - though one thing definitely bothered her about the hallways. The doors to the rooms themselves. Certainly, they were quite decorated. The doors themselves were a finely crafted marvel...but they were barely six feet apart! An uncomfortable feeling was forming in the pit of her stomach. Surely, [i]surely[/i] the rooms themselves would be bigger? Surely this place, as a beacon for education as it was wouldn't let people study in such cramped spaces? That was a research accident waiting to happen, especially with more...volatile spells. At least after a bit of walking she finally found her room, the fae decorated handle much to her liking. It brought a small smile to her face. Ah, she missed Thien'lotal ever so slightly, didn't she? She couldn't deny it, if she wanted too. What she didn't miss...was the peace and stagnation. The rooms at least, must have been tailored to the individual student then? For a very brief moment she was slightly impressed.

At least until she opened the door.

It only opened halfway. She pulled on the door, and then made another attempt at opening it. [i]THUD.[/i] She narrowed her eyes at the door. It sounded like something was blocking it. Well, it was at least able to open enough for her to squeeze her way in. Ugh, good thing she wasn't built like Kyvir or she'd never get in. Though, she supposed if she was she could just tear the door off its hinges. Any amusement that thought might have brought though, was quickly drowned in a layer of sheer disbelief as she laid eyes upon her 'room' if it could be called that.

[color=fff79a]"...oh they can't be serious."[/color] The elf spoke in clear disbelief as she managed to squeeze her way in the room, observing the small room around her. Aside from the fact her luggage had been strewn about in a clearly disorganized fashion without regard or care for even the tiniest bit of organization...the room was barely the size of a pantry! And so...sparsely decorated! This was nothing how she expected it at all! She breathed deeply, closing the door behind her, walking through a few of the boxes that had been stuffed into the room. Ugh, how was she supposed to work in such a cramped space!?

[i][color=fff79a]"Fine, fine. Just because you deserve better,"[/color][/i] She thought to herself. [i][color=fff79a]"You...are fine. Calm. Calm, Cal-Wah!"[/color][/i] The thought turned into a startled yelp as her foot caught itself on the edge of a nearby stack of boxes, causing the elf to trip and take a floor to the face. The box on top of the pile which was a box of her clothing, fell over and landed right on top of her head.

[color=fff79a]"...Okay, okay, Isil. You can do this. You've dealt with worse than cramped living spaces."[/color] She grumbled as she sat up, pushing the box off of her head only to find her pair of lacy, black, clearly not typical standard issue elvish stockings and garters hanging off the side of her head. [color=fff79a]"Oh...so that's where I put you."[/color]