<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mOLRayy.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>An Unused Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, Sept. 11, 2017 - 10:00 AM (1000)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Abigail Krueger | Medusa (CLOSED)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rahne wonders if she is in over head head, but tries to stay polite and make things work.<br/><hr/><br/>Rahne blinked, surprised when the blonde admitted she was raised in an orphanage. A Catholic orphanage at that. While not quite the same, Reverend Craig preached along more Protestant lines, along one of the many branching denominations, the core principals of their upbringing had to be the same. She hadn't really met anyone before with a similar childhood, although a quick glance over the blond hinted she hadn't walked away from it with the same feelings of faith that the reverend had left her with. At least, Abigail wore no visible crosses, or other such symbols.<br/><br/>"Oh, Ah...Ah did too. Not Catholic, but...Reverend Craig, he was in charge of m' orphanage. Ah ran away too, though, Ah think Ah was...eleven? Maybe twelve..." Their circumstances for running away weren't the same, even if, it seemed, they had been close to the same age. As she continued to listen though, it was clear what followed running away hadn't been close at all. Her cheeks reddened slightly as Abigail revealed she had been a kind of thief/prostitute, but, she didn't seem judgmental at the very least. It was not what she would have expected though...And it did plant the sinful, if tempting, picture in her mind of falling prey to the blonde's wiles.<br/><br/>But with a shake of her head, she looked away, before her eyes spent too much time traveling lower, and lower, on the blonde...<br/><br/>"We do...what we have t' do t' survive," she said softly, a bit of her embarrassment in her tone. At least she knew that this girl was into men. That would make it easier to keep her thoughts in line. "Ah wouldn't have survived, in the highlands...My power, it...The people Ah grew up with wanted to kill me over it. If me mum hadn't found me, saved me..." Another shake of her head, and she sighed. Their powers had come up, but, no talk on what they were just yet. And maybe they could keep it that way for a bit longer, at least as they shifted back to the math problems at hand. As Abigail asked what she was missing, Rahne scooted her chair a bit closer, so she could lean in next to Abigail and start pointing out where she was going wrong. It was a relatively simple mistake. "Ah had trouble with this one too. So, just look at it this way..." Her shoulder would lean slightly into Abigail, her arm brushing the girl's, as her hand covered the girl's briefly to borrow her pencil, and draw out a way to work through the problem in easier steps.<br/><br/>"Does that make sense?" she asked, turning to look at Abigail...and realizing how close she was. Cheeks went red again, and she let go of the girl's hand, hesitantly pulling back. "Ah, sorry, Ah wasn't meaning to...impose..."