Emilaeâ€™s concentration on the nothingness out the window was broken by a soft voice. She looked up with a slight haze in her eyes, still attempting to recover from the sleep that wound around her head. â€œSorry to bother you, but I was hoping if I could sit here, the other tables are starting to get crowded,â€ Her smile was amazingly white and sharp looking. Emilae stumbled on the words she meant to sayâ€¦ â€œI, uh, erâ€¦ yes! Uh, yes, I mean, you can sit here..with me.â€<br/><br/>She grinned and looked down to cover up her nervousness, a slight pinkness growing in her tan, freckled cheeks. Emilae reached a foot out, sliding the chair out from under the table for her new guest. She stuffed a piece of beef jerky in her mouth to distract herself while the girl so eloquently seated herself. She was all poetry and fluid movements. Emi felt so incomparable to her grace but.. grace was not one of her strong suits.<br/><br/>Emilae knew this school would come with plenty of challenges for her; she just wasnâ€™t sure how diverse those challenges were going to be. Morning one of school and already sheâ€™s tripping up. She got a little frustrated with herself but when the girl spoke again it all faded away. She looked up at her face and let her jumble of emotions slide off her back.<br/><br/>**********<br/>OOC: Going to work on a second character sometime soon. I hope that'll help get the ball rolling! Do we have a specific order to post or just post as someone adds you in their posts??