Ryanne listened politely to all the introductions, but when the one who didn't actually introduce himself threatened George she paled, then went hot with anger. Who was he to act like such an ass? They were all first year students, and whether he liked it or not they were stuck together. He might as well get over his high and mighty attitude.

Still, she didn't say anything, merely whistled for George who came directly to her side his nails clinking on the floor.

[color=fff200]"It was nice meeting you all. We're going to get settled in."[/color] She wasn't sure if they were done introducing themselves or not, but she was certainly done listening. Her stomach was growling, and so was George's, and she needed to feed them both. [color=fff200]"Let's find our things George."[/color]

He lead her upstairs, up the magenta carpet, as he could smell his food with her belongings. She took the steps with one hand on the railing and the other on George's halter, though she could have gone without him. Stairs were fairly easy as long as you could maintain balance. They found their room easily, her bags marked with brass tags written in both standard english and brail. The smell of George's dog food made it easy to identify without needing to read it though.

She pulled the big bag upright and used the string pull to open the bag, then dug inside her carefully packed trunk to find his dishes. She filled one with food and left George alone to.find the bathroom. This too was easy to find by the smell of water, the sound of the pipes below the floor.

[color=fff200]"Well, this should be interesting at least."[/color] She fully expected to be removed one way or another from the school before completion. She was smart, she was able to do for herself, but she was still blind, and more than once she had considered herself and George to be a hindrance more than a help. Ryanne was grateful for the experience though, as it broke through the boredom of Midland-Odessa.

She filled the second bowl with water from the tap and walked carefully back to the room. Placing it next to George, she gave him a few pats on the back and then explored her room. A bed, situated across from a large window. She assumed there was probably a decent view of the forest from here, though she couldn't appreciate it. A dresser and wardrobe, near the window but offset from the bed. To the right of the door she found a desk with a computer and headset. The keyboard she discovered was in brail, and the headset had little marks for left and right, both very considerate of whomever had set up her room.

She sighed as she listened to George eat, it was one of the least pleasant experiences of her existence. Listening to George gobble his food was like nails on a chalkboard for her.

[color=fff200]"I'm going downstairs George. You stay here." [/color]She said, then went to make her way downstairs to find something to eat. She had smelled apples, and fruit sounded delicious.