<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/44/05/744405dc557f4dbe2491f20a5a85a81d.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Delilah Iris Desponza (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Monday| September 30th| 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Black starred off shoulder blouse & Shorts with sandals (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/51/86/20/51862037c9320861aab35b88290cf613.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Awe struck| Curious<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Admiring everything<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open| Jo(M) |Leena(M) |Grayson<br/><hr/><br/><br/>It had to be a plane.<br/><br/>Any other mode of transportation that Delilah couldn't think she hated more, it was traveling in a tin can at high speeds through the air. If the option had been possible she would have taken her chances on a homemade raft than air travel, not that an oceanic way would have been any more of an promise of safety; but Delilah wasn't the sort to think otherwise. In fact thinking was the last thing on the dulcet beauty's mind when she was faced with the overwhelming fever that was standing at the gate to one of those death machines on the tar mat, more like it took a majority of every fiber of her being just to keep breathing less she pass out, or turn heel and run. The later certainly seeming more and more like plausible cause in the already bustling and packed airport full of others who hardly seemed as worked up, freely wandering around and listening to the blare of announcements that continued to ring out overhead that to Delilah made her ears nearly sting. The rush of discomfort continued to pound deeply within Delilah's heart even as her frozen stance clutching her boarding ticket made for some grumpy passengers brushing past her in the way position, the vivid ache of fears washing over making her feel like the young girl years ago ripped from the adventurous lifestyle of disconnect from the modern world only to be thrust into it once more.Back then it had been an delirious experience of the unknown that Delilah was woefully unprepared for as the thought of concrete jungles to replace that of lush greenery had been a concept that even to this day she struggled with, technology running supreme above the fruits and entertainment of the land bringing forth the ideology of steel monsters that enslaved human kind with their dependence on such.<br/><br/>Of course back then it had been the government's decision to step in 'for the sake of the child' forgoing any real concern of just how the wild child would cope with such an different sense of living than what she had ever known, they did their part so anything after was simply left in the air. Which was more than likely the reasoning being brought back to such an terrifying experience even years later still visibly affected Delilah whom had never truly came to embrace the honesty of what it was like to be shuffled from one unknown to another, but this time she had Sandra, who could almost feel her adopted daughter's apprehension like a slap in the face.<strong>"You're going to do just fine Del, just remember your manners just like I taught you....and try to not sleep on the roof."</strong>The older woman's features brightened some with the etch of smile lines deepening as she took Delilah's trembling hands in her own.<strong>"At least wait a few days before that.After all it is you."</strong>She'd soon add with a hint of mirth in her sweet voice, the crinkle of a smile making Delilah's heart flutter before she gave a quiet breath.<strong>"I'll try Sandie...I mean...I've never slept on top of a castle before...so it's tempting."</strong>The weight of anxiety remained although Delilah managed a small flit of a smile her mentor's way, the two women laughing to themselves before embracing tightly.<strong>"It'll be okay Del bear I promise.You'll be there before you know it...and you have your phone with you...you remember how to call right?"</strong><br/><br/>Giving a silent nod the announcement of her plane boarding sent another wave of butterflies to flutter through her stomach, Delilah trying to stay stoic although the soft cup of Sandra's hand across her cheek did little to keep the flood of pin prick tears from her eyes.<strong>"Now don't start that or you'll make me bubble, you're much too pretty to cry."</strong>The whispy haired woman sighed sadly, moving to brush a thumb under Delilah's eye before giving her daughter another tight hug.<strong>"Have fun Delilah and don't forget to call...you have to tell me all about the new friends I know you're going to make, now go.."</strong>Swallowing her heart Delilah would finally break from Sandra's embrace to start the terrifying trek towards the gate, the girl pausing for a brief moment to glance over her shoulder to Sandra one last time, watching the woman dab at her eyes but offer a loving wave.<br/><br/>This was it, no turning back now.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The actual plane ride itself had been something that Delilah had been more than ready to end even before she had taken her seat, the option of the middle seat ensuring that she wouldn't accidentally catch sight of the window less her fears triple. Snuggly between two other passengers hardly helped matters either though as it took an partially terrified, but fevered glare to let Delilah take over both armrests in order to clutch them in the death grip she had on them. Actual take off had to be the worst of it all for Delilah as she was fairly certain all the blood left her body to settle in her stomach from the effect, her seatmates concerned if they actually needed to call for the attendant in case the dusky female passed out, but luckily it passed and evened out after a while. Once the plane itself had come to an even footing however Delilah managed to unclench her hands from their near imprinted grip on the armrests to instead dug furiously into her bag, whipping out a blanket to practically drape over her head as she blocked everything else from her sight to instead focus on the warm entrapment of her self made tent; she never said she would be a good seatmate really, as the normally charming girl would have joked before hand. Though trapped in a tin can thousands of miles above the ground wasn't the place for that.<br/><br/>The rest of the trip spent under the safety of her blanket did allow Delilah to manage some sleep, if you counted every ten minutes or so before jolting awake. Even the tap of the flight attendant piercing her bubble of disconnect had garnered at least some response with the mention of some in flight snack, the blind wave of a hand peeking out from beneath the fabric to grab the bag of peanuts to nearly snatch from the woman's hand. They were beyond salty and made her throat dry but something on her stomach did help some, if only a little. By the time the plane had landed however Delilah couldn't get off of the steel trap fast enough as she honestly contemplated climbing over the seats to do so, though Sandra's voice in the back of her head told her otherwise; even if the temptation was growing with every passing moment.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Being on solid ground helped Delilah shed at least a fraction of her anxiety in the way the plane trip had left her a traveling ball of knots with a much needed deep breath taken to fill her lungs, despite the way she arrived it was a bit thrilling to see a new land in which she had only recently had heard of. Sandra had made it a point to try and teach the wild child as much as she could of the rich history of Scotland after the acceptance letter had been given, something that Delilah admittedly enjoyed learning of, as the history coupled with it's lush landscape felt almost like olden times in comparison to the hustle and bustle of the city. Even the air itself felt thick with the cool moistness like that of the jungle after a long rain as the ease of thought began to creep across Delilah's freckled features, the lug of her luggage easily pulled along as she began to wind her way out of the gate and towards the area in which she was to meet others in their quest to Dellban. Giving a light tug across the clinging material of her off the shoulder blouse Delilah felt the lightly cool breeze tickle through her curly tresses to bring a small shiver to race through herself, Sandra had said it would perhaps be much colder than Del would be custom to, though thankfully she had packed a number of sweaters in her bag for such an occasion.<br/><br/>Boarding the van to take her along with others to the campus hadn't been as awful as the plane ride although Delilah could feel her legs itching to stretch from longer than the short walk from the gate had been, the crumpled paper of Dellban's campus offering some light reading as they traveled. Finding a stretch of track to run wouldn't be difficult it seemed although the forest was what truly caught Delilah's interest more than anything, that while she had promised Sandra she would behave, some outdoors exploring was certainly on the top of her list; along with some real food. The peanuts had been an poor excuse for anything really, although Delilah was more fearful of heaving anything else up should she had tried. Before long the van itself would come to it's eventual stop although Delilah had been much too busy studying the map to notice, that once those deep oak gems glanced away from familiarizing herself with her new 'home', she could feel those pools widen. Castles like these she had once thought only really existed in stories told to children, that it wasn't until Sandra did Delilah learn that they indeed actually did exist, and did they ever. Wide eyed and in utter awe the demure slip of Del's form had somehow managed to get off the van to bask in the magnitude of the castle before her, the teasing thought of sleeping on the roof becoming a bit more of an impossibility, but Delilah being well her...she would try never the less somehow.<br/><br/>Swallowing hard those fluttering eyes would take in the slew of other students slowly making their way into the entrance, some looking nearly as lost as her, as the air of uncertainty felt just as thick as the breeze itself. Dragging her bags along the staff of Dellban were nice enough although Delilah couldn't help but internally comment how they looked like little penguins in their uniforms, the cold natured birds certainly becoming one of Delilah's favorite animals thanks to Sandra and her vast assortment of Natural Geographic books. As amusing as the thought was the actual pick of her room had been a bit more of a concern for Delilah than she realized as she felt herself more out of place within the grandeur of the castle than ever before, the ornate and highly stylized poster beds looking like they truly did belong in a fairy tale than in real life. Delilah was almost afraid to actually touch anything less she find it shattered under her thumb, her steps light even as she chewed across her lower lip some. Dropping her things in what she soon dubbed the 'aquatic suite' Delilah found herself along with others herded into yet another room to make her feel all the more out of touch with the finery around her, the crisp splendor of the ball room breath taking in it's sophistication.<br/><br/>Brushing a clump of curly tresses behind her ear with a slightly nervous expression Delilah would find a nearby seat to settle despite the itch to explore, the overwhelming sense of awe taking a good bite out of some of her energy to try and take in her surroundings and process them all at once. Even the tea cups looked as though they were made of the most beautiful of bubbles, that with one touch they were shatter into a million pieces; but Sandra had taught Delilah, pinky up was the proper way, but which spoon was it again? Scowling lightly to herself as she glared down to the cup before her Delilah's attention would shift from proper procedure towards the obvious headmaster whom soon addressed them all, the crowd themselves all gazing in one direction to take in his speech that would inspire some to relax, but Delilah had other matters on her mind. Like...did that girl just disappear under the table? There were a number of others that caught Delilah's attention in the same way the Headmaster had as the blonde in her vibrant crimson dress oddly reminded the jungle girl of a rare flower in the Amazon, what was it called again? Maybe the Passion fruit flower? Or was that the purple one?<br/><br/>It was deep in this thought that the need for actual food prompted Delilah to raise to her feet unbeknownst to herself even, plush lips pursed as she tackled the terminology of floral buds before another voice flitted across her ears in seemingly the same state of uncertainty. Blinking a few times the curly haired girl shook her own thoughts to focus on the intrusion of another's own out loud thoughts,the dark haired boy seeming more in style of the picturesque castle surroundings than herself. Spying the small sandwich between his fingertips though did prompt Delilah's own thoughts as she peered over his shoulder before musing thoughtfully.<strong>"It almost looks like it's fake doesn't it?But they wouldn't feed us stuff like that...at least I hope not..."</strong>Delilah posed with a blink, oversharing had always been an issue for the girl, so certainly leaving out what instance that prompted her comment was probably the safer route. Then again why anyone would make fake fruit just to display was still a sore subject for the girl having learned, of course the hard way.<br/><br/><br/><br/>