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Liors never should've tried to talk to anyone. Actually, the best decision she could've ever made was to not join the university, but it was a little late for that. She'd made a friend, but now she was sharing a dorm with Rhea and Zane. Rhea was nice enough, if a little overbearing, though that wasn't anything Liors wasn't used to with her own sister, and she could live. Zane, however, was about as close as anyone alive could get to the complete opposite of herself, not to mention his destructive personality. She absently wondered if the university had insurance on its grounds as Rhea directed the two of them towards the dorms. It might've just been her imagination, but her grip on Zane seemed a little rougher than that on Liors.

Once they arrived, Liors immediately darted off into one of the rooms. The furthest from the entrance, no one else would want that one. Door not completely closed behind her, she set down her bags. One for clothes, one that housed her lyre and a few knick-knacks, and the final one containing pretty much everything else. She frantically dug through the first until her hands touched cold metal, and she pulled out what was pretty much a biscuit tin. She tucked it neatly under her bed, breathing out a sigh of relief. She needed to unpack in due course, but for the time being she put her bags on top of the bed, and pulled out a pack of chalk, some rocks and some candles.

She shut the door completely, so no one could see in, and set to work 'decorating' her room. The strange symbols in pen that would fade in two hours, the circles in chalk that would disappear in time, they didn't do anything to anyone. But as Liors drew, she got the feeling, despite everything that had happened and would happen,

she would be fine.