[center][h2][color=92278f]Dot[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
To Dot's surprise, she had slept quite soundly through the night. The narrow, shelf-like bunks had made her afraid that she might feel confined, trapped as she had in Alexandria, but that was not the case. Even before she’d fallen asleep, she felt no sense of isolation, no panic at the closeness of the walls or the fear that her door might just be locked from the outside. Instead she felt calm. Her dreams were still and quiet. 

She had not heard her roommate arrive, but she did hear them wake in the morning. It was much easier to get herself up than she had expected it to be. Back home there’d been no reason to rise early unless she knew Adean was coming to visit; otherwise, there was no one to care if she spent the whole day dreaming—not that she made a habit of doing so. 

Shimmying about in the dark, Dot managed to slip into her uniform before she left her bunk. Waiting there, already prepared himself, was a short boy with a rather gloomy demeanor. He had a book in his hands, and it seemed to her as if he was waiting for something. Or someone. Dot blanched—oh no, was it [i]her?[/i] Was she holding them up? Oh gods, what if she was late to her first day of training? No, surely that wasn’t the case. Someone would have come, said something, probably dragged her out of the bunk. Besides, panic was likely not the best way to introduce herself. 

How [i]did[/i] people introduce themselves? She hadn’t worried about it so much yesterday, what with everything happening in such a flurry, but now she was alone. With a person. A person she didn’t know. 

Guess she was winging it.

[color=92278f]“H-hello,”[/color] she said softly, climbing down to the floor. The wood was cold, she took a seat and started tying on her boots. [color=92278f]“I’m Dot. It’s short for, uh…Donathon. My full name is Donathon. I mean I have a last name, too, but you don’t have to call me that. Hi. What’s your name?”[/color]