The side of Dawn’s lip quirked up, pulling into a faint, almost lopsided smile. [color=#848482]“That’s very kind of you, Isaiah. Thank you. I like to, ah, think that there’s always more for me to learn, however. And I’m sure you’ll get the chance to more interesting people than myself while you’re here.”[/color] As if to emphasize her point, she jerked her head a little in the direction of the two-headed dragon, smile turning wry.

[color=#848482]“And, ah, you would be right about that. I once solved an adultery case three minutes in because the husband, was, ah. [i]Remembering[/i] his mistress.”[/color] Her nose wrinkled. The thought had leaped out at her with little warning, almost as soon as she had walked through the door. It had been a bit trickier to confirm it with direct evidence, but the confirmation had helped set the path at least. 

Genuine discomfort flickered in her eyes at Isaiah’s next question. The appearance of their Headmaster did well to keep her from responding, but she still regardless mouthed a quick [color=#848482]“Later”[/color] at the other before turning to listen. Her relationship with her family was...complicated, at best. But Isaiah had his reasons for asking, and enough time had passed for Dawn to not be too troubled by explaining it all. It still wasn’t the most pleasant subject, however. 

Arken’s praise towards her roused a polite smile and a nod of the head from her- a smile that widened upon catching sight of Isaiah’s grin- but little else. She didn’t agree with the man’s commentary on Sekhemi, nor his defense of Soul. Sekhemi had very clearly been in possession of slaves upon his entry, knocking aside anyone in his way. His mind had been churning with selfishness, among...other things. As for Soul, the creature’s second possession- of a [i]child[/i], to boot, forcing her to fight against her will- did little to redeem it in Dawn’s eyes. It was the uttermost violation of a being. It was…[i]horrifying[/i].

The world swam around them as they were suddenly teleported to the Academy’s hall. The constant movements allowed to her by her shadow magic gave her some preparation as to what to expect, although she still found herself stumbling a bit until she regained her bearings. Dawn adjusted her hat, then beamed a little at Isaiah.

[color=#848482]“That sounds quite alright with me. I’ll see you around, then?”[/color]

Her thoughts briefly flickered to her own room number, and the name of the person she would be sharing it with. Irvine.

She hoped they would get along. 

[@Prosaic]