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Jorah’s grin only widened when Raimund picked up flawlessly where he left off, going as far as to organize an unofficial meeting party at the end. Industrious as ever. He was glad to see two years stuck away from him hadn’t stiffened Rai back up too much; it had taken long enough to loosen him up the first time, and Jorah didn’t fancy having to start back from scratch. 

There were plenty of introductions after his and Raimund’s show concluded, and as ever, Jorah only really caught the highlights. The Lions seemed predictably frigid across the board; Jorah had thought it might just have been Auberon with the halberd up his ass, but it seemed stiffness might just have been a Faerghus trait. Maybe the cold did it to them, who knew. 

The Eagles were all over the map, though Jorah couldn’t resist a snicker at the Aegir siblings’ tandem introduction; they reminded him of a matching set of toy soldiers, painted in complementary colours and each with a trait the other lacked. That was, until one of the soldiers stood up and challenged the general (or, well, a Knight of Seiros) to a [i]duel[/i], and Jorah had to try (and fail) to hold back a peal of laughter. He vaguely remembered a tale in his boring scripture class about a tiny warrior defeating a behemoth, but he sincerely doubted this Valerian boy was going to fill that role—all the more delightful that he issued the challenge in the first place! 

When it was time for the pink-haired girl he’d winked at to take her turn, Jorah struggled to keep his jaw from dropping: Throughout introductions he’d been passively aware of a great buzz of emotions in the background, typical of crowds, but it wasn’t until [i]Imogen[/i] stood up that he realized a good half of them were all coming from [i]her[/i]. 

He almost doubted his senses, but there she was, right in front of him and impossible to deny. Jorah had met bubbly people in his life, but this girl was positively boiling over with… with… Goddess, he couldn’t even pinpoint it all! Her mood seemed to ebb and flow with the beat of her heart, flitting from one place to the next like some kind of manic hummingbird in a garden. If other people’s emotions were murmurs in the room, then hers were a great peal of raucous laughter, ringing loud and clear through the building and bouncing off the walls. Hells, he needn’t worry about getting lost in the woods nearby; even if he lost sight of Garreg Mach’s spires, surely the sheer volume of Imogen’s emotions would be enough to guide him home. 

Any following introductions paled in comparison, consisting only of another Deer who shrank even smaller than that poor Kevin boy and an Eagle whose aura was as prickly as the tone of her voice, like a thistle chafing against skin. Jorah was vaguely aware of Michail’s taunt and while he was certainly interested in watching that stupid duel unfold, his first priority was to see what on earth was up with Imogen.

The moment the bell tolled, Jorah gave an absent wave to his friends and hopped out of his seat, climbing over his bench to make a beeline for Imogen. Sidling up to her as she stood, he hooked his arm into hers, falling into step with her without skipping a beat. 

[color=FFAB66]“Hello Imogen, I don’t believe we’ve properly met,”[/color] he greeted, voice smooth and sweet as honey as he gave the (shockingly) shorter girl a smile. [color=FFAB66]“I’m Jorah—you may have heard—and as House Leader of the Golden Deer I am taking it upon myself to personally greet each and every one of my housemates before the day is through. Appropriate, don’t you think?”[/color]

He gave her a look that made it clear this was anything but professional courtesy, and with an affable shrug, continued. [color=FFAB66]“How would you like to come with me and see that Eagle boy get stomped?”[/color] The question was a lot less ‘professional-sounding bullshitting’ and a lot more sincere, the blond practically bouncing on his feet in anticipation. Not really for the fight, fine, but even [i]he[/i] had to recognize that coming out and telling Imogen how absolutely freakishly fascinating she was might come off a little too strong. Besides, dinner and a show had never failed him, and what luck that the monastery had provided both in one day!

Ah, he was going to like it here. 

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