<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 looked up when she had the door opening. And much to her shame, she noticed one thing immediately--this girl was beautiful. That along would have been enough to put some color on the Scot's cheeks. Still struggling with accepting her sexuality, being at a school filled with so many attractive women was a challenge, to put it lightly. Living with two such young women at night had to be a test from on high, she was certain. One she was failing, if some recent dreams were any indication. But with a shift in her seat, and looked back down at her sketchbook, closing it and sliding the pencil back into the binding, to return to later.<em>Just focus on the academics,</em>she told herself. If she could do that, she would be fine.<br/><br/>But the red on her cheeks only darkened as she realized just how overdressed she was, now. Seeing the blonde's simple black tee, and worn jeans, Rahne more than a bit out of place. Why, oh why, had she thought this was going to be a prim and proper affair? Instead of making a good first impression, she probably looked like some no-life prude. Which, in a way, she was, but this girl didn't need to know that.<br/><br/>Finally, Abigail spoke, her tone short, a sneer on her lips. Rahne's eyes widened slightly, and the flush on her face was finally fully present. This was not off to a good start at all, it seemed...But she forced a soft smile, choosing to just turn the other cheek. If this girl was new, she was probably still adjusting to the fact that her life was so...different, now, from whatever it had been before.<br/><br/>'Ah'm Rahne. It's nice to meet you--" she started, her Scottish accent giving away her heritage, if the hair and paleness hadn't. She was cut off by the girl handing her a folder, and blinking, she just nodded and took it, opening it to look through. It was a summary of where Abigail had placed, and a basic guideline for where to start. Rahne had never taught someone before, though, and she had assumed she would just be helping someone with current-level stuff. Not help someone get caught up. This would be...interesting? Interesting was probably the word.<br/><br/>"Okay...Well, Ah guess the nice thing 'bout this is, we can make our own schedule, right?" she said, hoping offering an olive branch early would make this easier. Abigail didn't seem thrilled to be here, after all. "An' we don' have to meet in a classroom, if you migh' be more comfortable somewhere else? Maybe? They just have a small guide in here...Is there anything you want t' start with?" Her tone was polite, friendly. Her nerves showed though, as she often chewed on her bottom lip when not speaking, or holding the cross at her neck, stroking it with a thumb.