[u][b]Nettle[/b][/u]

Having arrived to the cafeteria alongside her two roommates she made her way down to the stalls no faster nor slower than her company had. Her selection of breakfast included a nice mild soup of mixed vegetables and meager cubes of cooked beef which was paired with a nice cup of boiling water. While neither of these choices were all too stunning for their flavor profile on their own Nettle had purpose in picking the more bland choices for her meal.

While Nettle's hands were steady like a surgeon's her gait was a little off-set by the heaviness of her boots. Her teetering back and forth to the sway of her steps started the fluids set upon her tray to wobble with her rhythm. Eventually this culminated in a small portion of the soup slipping past the bowl's edge and landing squarely on one of her thumbs which was securing the tray to her hand. While the soup was hot enough to be at a boil her reaction to the substance running down the side of her thumb towards her wrist was borderline non-existent. The only real acknowledgement Nettle gave this incident was when she finally sat down, setting her tray upon the table with the remainder of her breakfast choices still in their containers, where she lifted her now unoccupied hand to her face. She ran her tongue up the wrist to the tip of the thumb, licking up the spilt soup which had definitely scalded her hand to a degree. While it wasn't apparent she did feel the burn it gave her. It was just the matter that such pain was of paltry concern to her. Pain was meant to be a warning sent by the body to let it's host know something was wrong. She knew the cause of the pain. Hence, it was unnecessary.

[b]"So how goes your summons, Nettle? Trouble with yours this morning?"[/b] Livia asked, sitting across from her. Nettle shook her head simply, most of the long hair which hung down her back swishing gently with the motion while her bangs remained piled upon her lap.

"Hhh... Hno trouble. H-A student asked for a solution and I hh... Provided one." Nettle always put a fair amount of thought into her words, her speech deliberate if somewhat halting. While she was rare to misspeak she was somewhat open to getting interrupted by more chatty students. 'Twas just one of many challenges provided by life within the academy.

As she spoke Nettle had reached into her bag and produced a few items from it without breaking eye contact with Livia. A couple wooden containers which mildly resembled pepper shakers and a tea bag were set in front of her, just before the soup and hot water. Glancing over to Eva as she returned with her bounty from the breakfast stands she dipped the tea bag in the boiling water. Letting the tea steep she opened one of her spice containers and took a pinch from within, sprinkling the herbal ingredient into her soup without taking her attention away from Eva and the dessert she called breakfast. Once a proper amount of the first spice was added she started applying her second ingredient into her soup.

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[b]"Good Morning, Miss Livia. Miss Nettle.  Please pardon my presence."[/b]

"Good morning... Hh... Floofel." Another subject of Eva's naming conventions this summon was. She held no objections to it but she had wondered what the summon itself felt on the matter. She contemplated this as she finished applying her spices to the soup.

"Hhh... If I hmay ask, what did you call yourself before Eva hsummoned you?" She asked the moth fairy largely out of curiosity. While looking to her summon as she awaited her answer she idly stirred her soup with a spoon, mixing the ingredients together so it was properly diffused throughout the solution. With her opposite hand she gently fanned a portion of the steam rising from her tea cup to gauge how far along the tea had brewed.

[b]"Good morning everyone!"[/b] Odhra chimed as he came up to their table, taking his seat by Livia.

"Hhh... Good morning Odhra." She recognized him from her second session class. He had a particular interest in medicine as well as the arachnida class of arthropods. Much beyond that she couldn't say. Turning her attention back to the moth fairy she lifted her spoon up and gently sipped the stock. The spice provided a nice simmering heat with notes of a savory sweetness to the flavor. Of course what was a pleasant heat for Nettle was in fact so spicy for most other creatures that it could potentially kill were another to try even a sip. Given her body's natural anti-toxin measures the effects of this spice were highly muted to her so she was able to appreciate the other facets of spices normally untouched by others on account of their lethality.

Quite early into her tyro year her fellow students learned quite well not to steal any food spiced by her. The incident where this came to light involved a summon who had stolen a food item from her plate and collapsed shortly after as it's airway seized shut. The staff managed to resuscitate it after it's summoner got it to the medical ward but the event still sent a clear message to the rest of the student body. She was lucky to have fairly accepting dorm-mates to sit by since most students typically gave her some distance wherever she sat during mealtimes.