[center][h3][color=f26522]Alexander Breckenridge[/color][/h3] Interacting with: [@Jay Kalton][/center][hr]

	[i]Her eyes.[/i]

	He had felt and met the eyes of hundreds in his lifetime, and each seemed to reveal the slightest trickle of their owner's soul; but hers, they looked as if they could be read and never understood. It was as if she revealed her entirety through one gaze, and yet it was like she showed nothing at all. It would be infuriating, were it not that the Lilac of her eyes could bring him nothing but intrigue and a stirring in his gut. [i]Her damned eyes.[/i]

	[color=mediumpurple][i]“No no, I'm alive and all right, dear. Just watch where you're going next time, okay? This courtyard may be stupidly large but it's still looking like a bit of a tight fit in here.”[/i][/color]

	[color=f26522]"Of course miss, my apologies..."[/color] He paused for a moment, and upon recognizing he had just apologized twice a look of quiet contempt for himself glimmered in his own eyes. [color=f26522]"...Again."[/color] He finished in a sort of murmur, knowing himself, he likely would have apologized again were it not that he knew many were not fond of repeated apologies. 

	Turning his gaze from her, he expected once again that she would leave; however, much to his own surprise, she continued to walk beside him. Not wishing to seem rude he slowed his pace to match hers, and his eyes began to wander; primarily towards the assortment of Professors. He had observed and named nearly half of them, based off his mother and father's descriptions, before the girl beside him spoke again,

	[i]“[color=mediumpurple]In all honesty, I guess my whole first impressions of this place are kind of... unexpected.[/color]”[/i]

	As his eyes moved back to the girl next to him, an expression of interest spread across his face. He was silent for a few moments, before responding;

	[color=f26522]"How so?"[/color] His gentle voiced asked lightly, displaying his genuine curiosity for her answer, rather than a tone implying he merely responded for the sake of responding. 

	Despite what he had asked, he understood the root of her statement; despite the hundreds upon hundreds of times his parents had spoken of the school and all it's beauty, he was still caught of guard at the sight of it all. This Institute, Mordhaben, seemed the type of place that would stir wonder and awe in even the most seasoned travelers. It was as if they had stepped into another world, rather than just a campus.

	He was beginning to understand why his parents spoke so fondly of the place.