<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ellen<br/><br/>When she managed to get away from the school Na'ima headed out into the little forest just outside and sat down by a babbling brook to stare moodily at the water, it wasn't home but at least it was away from all the twisted mages and their devil worshiping ways. And totally free of elves! Yes that last part was really important now that she was thinking of it, Dragonbait... if he calls her that one more time she will .. will.. well do something.. probably illegal and painful. If anything was illegal in this god forsaken place! Her eyes go up to the sun and her first thought is that she needs to pray but.. what is the use? She is already damned, so why is she begging for forgiveness from the heavens when there is none for people like her?<br/><br/>"What to do? hmm... I guess I could learn the theory behind this devilry but not use it, that shouldn't be too big of an evil right?" She asks the brook who just keeps babbling to itself totally ignoring her, in usual brook fashion after all. "Well I will take that as an agreement." She chuckles to herself and then spends the rest of the day out there in the forest, her back turned towards the school so she wont have to see its soul crushing towers. But all to soon darkness falls and she is forced to return, not wanting to be alone out here in the dark and also she thinks if she stay away for much longer she might get in trouble with the teachers.<br/><br/>As she returns she finds herself mobbed by the students, the crowd pushing in from all directions as she tries to shrink in on herself as tears slowly roll down her cheeks in shame. "P.. please just leave me alone..please.." Thankfully rescue wasn't far away and she soon found herself ushered into a quiet room that only held the elf girl from earlier, and Na'ima just stands silent feeling really awkward.<br/><br/>"Help? I... don't understand" gently she pries her hands away from the other womans and forces herself not to wipe them clean in disgust at the touch, "Eh.. what did you want? I.. am late.. for.. prayer.. so.. unless it is important?"