Clair Carnelian
"H-hello."
Clair's head snapped to face the direction of the stranger's voice. Standing a short distance away from her was a tall, bulky Faunus, with a somewhat unsightly mouth and nose.
What high schooler besides Miss Perfect and I would be up at 7 AM on Sunday? she wondered. She had dozed off shortly after Sarina brought her back to their room. When she woke up, there was no sign of the stony girl and her long blue scarf. And here I thought I picked a good time to get some peace and quiet.
She was used to waking up early now: after her last mission at Haven, she found it harder to sleep and would often wake up once or twice in the early morning. Her old dorm was situated right next to a park filled with old, shady trees, and so to fight off her sleepiness she would climb out of bed, take a cold shower, and go for a walk while her hair dried. Thankfully, her new dorm wasn't far from the campus's incredible gardens; filled with all kinds of sweet spring flowers, it was the ideal place for her morning walk.
She found herself wanting to sit for a moment, in hopes that the brisk morning air would clear he mind. So there she was, sitting on the edge of the warm stone path, letting her feet hang above the pond's surface, eye-to-eye with some other early riser.
Looking at his build - broad-shouldered, muscle-bound - she guessed he was an athlete. Maybe he's up this early so he can get a workout in? Going to the gym first thing in the morning is something I could never do, but to each their own, I guess. She looked away from him, back at the lily pads near her feet. Meatheads, she thought, letting out a quiet sigh.
"Good morning," she mumbled, making sure to avoid eye contact.
"H-hello."
Clair's head snapped to face the direction of the stranger's voice. Standing a short distance away from her was a tall, bulky Faunus, with a somewhat unsightly mouth and nose.
What high schooler besides Miss Perfect and I would be up at 7 AM on Sunday? she wondered. She had dozed off shortly after Sarina brought her back to their room. When she woke up, there was no sign of the stony girl and her long blue scarf. And here I thought I picked a good time to get some peace and quiet.
She was used to waking up early now: after her last mission at Haven, she found it harder to sleep and would often wake up once or twice in the early morning. Her old dorm was situated right next to a park filled with old, shady trees, and so to fight off her sleepiness she would climb out of bed, take a cold shower, and go for a walk while her hair dried. Thankfully, her new dorm wasn't far from the campus's incredible gardens; filled with all kinds of sweet spring flowers, it was the ideal place for her morning walk.
She found herself wanting to sit for a moment, in hopes that the brisk morning air would clear he mind. So there she was, sitting on the edge of the warm stone path, letting her feet hang above the pond's surface, eye-to-eye with some other early riser.
Looking at his build - broad-shouldered, muscle-bound - she guessed he was an athlete. Maybe he's up this early so he can get a workout in? Going to the gym first thing in the morning is something I could never do, but to each their own, I guess. She looked away from him, back at the lily pads near her feet. Meatheads, she thought, letting out a quiet sigh.
"Good morning," she mumbled, making sure to avoid eye contact.