<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/faylinn4_zpsbc57e562.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Faylinn MacRhagnal (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9468759#msg9468759)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>1st Year / TBD<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110572790)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bordeaux Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salome Elisabetta Beliveau, Tai Stardel'est (mentioned), Open<br/><hr/><br/>Faylinn watched as Salome quickly rebuked the young man who had been so rude as to interrupt their conversation and take what wasn’t his without asking (something told her Salome would have been happy to share if he<em>had</em>asked) and relaxed a bit. Her family was very informal most of the time, but she’d been raised to be well behaved and polite around people she didn’t know, and she wasn’t entirely sure how she would handle a place where everyone was informal no matter how much of a stranger they might be.<br/><br/>When the boy sat back, she gave Salome a small shrug but the girl’s question earned her a chuckle. “Sometimes. Maybe it’s just a boy thing?” she asked, once more giving her a helpless shrug of her shoulders. Crossing one leg over the other, Faylinn let her hand caress over the picture in her fingers absently. She missed Tempest and had only been away from him for a few hours. She’d been told there would be some sort of sorting ceremony when she got to the school, one she wouldn’t be allowed to skip out on, which meant that she wouldn’t get to go and see him as she wished to… not immediately, anyway, and if it was in the evening, there might not be time for her to get to the stables before curfew. The entire thing was upsetting, but she just told herself she’d be up at dawn (not an uncommon occurrence for someone who lived and worked on a horse breeding farm anyway, to be honest) and out in the stable long before anyone would expect her in classes.<br/><br/>Hell, she might even skip breakfast.<br/><br/>“I hope there’s enough time to get to the stables before curfew,” she voiced her thoughts aloud, one hand reaching up to give her ponytail a pat before smoothing her hand along the top of her head, ensuring her red locks would lay flat. “I’m worried about him,” came the further explanation. “I couldn’t have anyone from my family bring him to the school… not that they would have anyway. I think my brothers are secretly glad he’s going to be gone all year,” she said with a laugh.