text: My dorm wasn't as small as I thought it would be. 540 square feet. There was a small private bathroom included in the space. It was now filled with boxes. The only furniture was a full sized bed, a cafe table with three wire chairs, two bookshelves and a television stand. "Its actually too bad that your first day of class is tomorrow. It doesn't give you much time to get settled." Mum sighed, looking around. I nodded. "I had thought about petitioning the dean to give me permission to come early, but I was already worried about standing out. I didn't need to make it worse." I replied, dropping into one of the wire cafe chairs. She shrugged. Before she could say anything, there was a knock on the open door. We both turned and saw a pretty young female satyr standing in the door way. She was about the same height I was with a long caramel side braid, deep brown skin and bright jade green eyes. The fur on her legs was the same as her braid. "H-hello, My name is Margaret. I-I'm your neighbor. I've just moved in next door this morning, so I'm pretty new too." She announced nervously, shuffling on black hooves. She twisted the hem of her bright orange tunic. I waved from my seat "Its a pleasure. My name is Kiska Thatcher and this is my Mum, Deliverance. You don't have to be nervous, we won't bite." I added jokingly. Mum gave me a dirty look before turning back to Margaret. "Are you the only one here, Margaret?" She asked gently. Margaret nodded slowly. "My papa was supposed to come help me move in but he was called into work. He works for the Department of Natural Resources as a park ranger." She explained. Mum went over and pulled Margaret into the room. "I know that both rooms are probably a mess but I was thinking about getting a pizza or something for lunch, then we could start unpacking. Margaret, if you'd like we could help you unpack too. Would you like some pizza?" She asked as she sat the young satyr in one of the chairs next to me. Margaret nearly burst into tears. "Y-yes please." She mumbled, her chin trembling. "It's settled. I'll go get the pizza and you guys can start unpacking. why don't you start in Margaret's room." Mum advised as she strode from the room. I nodded and stood up, grabbing Margaret's hand. "Lets go, it'll take less time if there's the two of us working on it." I dragged the protesting satyr into the hall. She reluctantly showed me which side was hers and we opened the door to find very little in the way of her stuff. Her face suddenly disappeared behind her hands and she shuffled quickly on her hooves, giving the impression that she was doing a very awkward dance. "Margaret, you're gonna scuff holes in the floor if you keep that up." I entered the room and surveyed the small pile of bags, blankets, pillows and beanbag chairs. Everything that she owned, it seemed, was hand made with natural fiber fabric. I picked up one of the thick blankets and marveled at the softness of it. "Did you make all of your stuff?" I asked, turning to her. Still covering her face, she nodded. ***I couldn't tell why she was so embarrassed. The stuff that she owned, despite being small in quantity, was beautiful. The colors were so vibrant and vivid. The fabric was so soft yet so strong. I couldn't imagine making anything of the same caliber.*** "Margaret, I can understand being in a new environment, but you don't need to be shy with me. I'm not going to judge you or anything. Promise." I coaxed, putting the blanket aside. Slowly she uncovered her face. "I'm sorry, the humans in my neighborhood at home weren't always the kindest." She confessed quietly. I gave her a quizzical look but didn't pry. "Well, I'm not like them. Promise." I assured her, turning my curiosity into a beaming smile. Her demeanor seemed to open up a little as she smiled shyly back. "S-Shall we get started?" She offered, picking up one of the bags on the top of her pile.