[center][color=Cadetblue][h3]Katalynn[/h3][/color][color=Cadetblue]Mentions:[/color] [@Ponn], [@Cotton], [@Liseran Thistle]
[color=Cadetblue]Location:[/color] Dorm CB-6[/center][hr][hr][indent]
Katalynn released her grip on her baggage as one of the girls in the room greeted her with a big smile - a welcoming gesture. She extended her arm to receive Alura’s hand, offering a modest shake. The girl’s friendly demeanor seemed to visibly put the Dullahan at ease - at least a little. [color=Cadetblue]“Greetings - Alura,”[/color] She said with less apprehension than before, [color=Cadetblue]“Mother has granted me the name Katalynn.”[/color] There was a hint of pride in her voice as she said it, as if she were telling of a gift she’d been given. But she seemed to falter a moment as a thought registered in her head. [color=Cadetblue]“Share rooms?”[/color]

She’d never shared a room with anybody before besides Mother. For a matter of fact, she’d never had a sleep over or anything remotely similar. She’d hardly even talked to people of her age before - even though she did sometimes go to the park or the mall - but Mother had always been nearby. So right now was something like [i]another[/i] entirely new world for her.

Her unoccupied hand fidgeted a little with the seam of her skirt as she continued her conversation with the black-haired girl with whom she was still shaking hands. She’d yet to get used to the modern handshake, it seemed; she let go. [color=Cadetblue]“[i]Well[/i]...if sharing is undesired, I can sleep in the communal room. On the couch.”[/color] She offered timidly to the shorter girl.

Her eyes passed to the two other girls a little bit beyond the first - one wielding something Mother had called a [i]“camera”[/i] and the second was a rather...foreign-looking person. One she didn’t recognize at all. She hoped they were as friendly as Alura seemed - which she was sure they were, seeing that their conversation appeared pretty cordial. They were apparently taking photos.

Kat had only had her photo taken very few times, something Mother had described as [i]“saving memories”[/i] for later. One especially memorable one had been when she had first used the television. She’d been completely entranced, and the photo depicted a wide-eyed, popcorn-munching girl in a brand new pink rabbit onesie - her favorite bedtime attire. She wasn’t sure how she’d feel if someone else wanted to take her picture besides Mother - but it’d been fine so far. Her gaze turned back to Alura, interrupting her own thoughts.

[color=Cadetblue]“I don’t mind.”[/color] She finished with a slight, encouraging smile.[/indent]