Tristan had changed into something he felt a bit more like himself in. He wore a pair of dress pants and a loose blue dressshirt as he turned off the music with a sigh and swung around the corner just in time to catch a strange girl coming out of the bathroom.<br/><br/>He raised an eyebrow at the sound of running water that came from within. "Well, now." he giggled, waving at Fiametta who blushed in response.<br/><br/>"Hello...."  she dragged a foot repeatedly across a worn spot on the wooden floor. "I had been having a conversation with Katsuhiko..." She knew it was a feeble excuse, even though it was completely true. And he let loose a bit of raucous laughter and pounded on the bathroom door. "<strong>KAT!</strong>It's not like you to be so naughty!" he chided playfully before he moved toward the stairs.<br/><br/>Fiametta followed the boy out of a feeling of having to explain for herself. She recognized him as the one she had seen dancing around earlier before she ... walked in... on Katsuhiko. She trotted down the stairs behind him, tugging nervously on one of her ash blonde pigtails. "I'm sorry... I don't thin..." she began, trying to get his attention.<br/><br/>"Ah, don't worry about it." he waved her thoughts away. "Really, I should apologize. I was just teasing but that wasn't fair of me. I mean, we haven't even been introduced. I'm Tristan. ... One of the boys here, as I'm sure you've guessed."<br/><br/>"Fiametta..." she responded with a smile, reaching out to casually shake his hand.<br/><br/>He paused and looked her over with an appreciative smile. "How lovely! There was a ballet - and a sonnet.... Wait... let me see. I just read this last semester for a class..." He tapped his bottom lip thoughtfully, then cleared his throat and went on with a confident, dramatic tone:<br/><div align="center">   "Behold Fiammetta, shown in Vision here.<br/>    Gloom-girt 'mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she stands;<br/>    And as she sways the branches with her hands,<br/>    Along her arm the sundered bloom falls sheer,<br/>    In separate petals shed, each like a tear;<br/>    While from the quivering bough the bird expands<br/>    His wings. And lo! thy spirit understands<br/>    Life shaken and shower'd and flown, <br/>    and Death drawn near.<br/><br/>    All stirs with change. Her garments beat the air:<br/>    The angel circling round her aureole<br/>    Shimmers in flight against the tree's grey bole:<br/>    While she, with reassuring eyes most fair,<br/>    A presage and a promise stands; as 'twere<br/>    On Death's dark storm the rainbow of the Soul. "</div><br/>The slight girl shuddered as he spoke. Not only was there a command to his charisma, but the words he spoke seemed to speak right to the very heart of her. How true they seemed... How odd to come from an old source and her having only heard it for the first time now. She smiled when he finished and he returned it with a twinkle in his big brown eyes. The two continued down into the kitchen and began to engage in small talk so to become better acquainted with each other.