<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4e/d1/78/4ed178a9e7e3d3b4a3716c46d1a1756c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Liliana Sinclair<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>The Blue Oracle<br/><strong>Job role:</strong>Sidekick<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Blue Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/63/0f/d0/630fd030473ca0ceeb9dee2b864621ce.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tara, open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving the course<br/><hr/><br/><strong>{Tara}</strong>"Why are you leaving so soon, lass? You've passed the course. You should feel proud of yourself! They only take the best here."<br/><br/>Liliana was moving away from the exit of the fields where the courses had been set up when a female voice bearing an Irish accent caught her ear, she turned around to address whomever was approaching her and paused... the redheaded girl she was looking at had quite the contradicting aura... on the surface it was soft relaxing hues that indicated warmth and kindness, but they were faded... as if they were simply fabrications... and beneath that, much muddier hues... she felt... deception, like the welcome she was receiving wasn't was it appeared to be...<br/><br/><strong>{Tara}</strong>"Name's Tara. What's yours?"<br/><br/>The girl held out a hand and Liliana mildly hesitated... she got visions every once in while when she touched people, which made her a little apprehensive sometimes about physical contact with others, but she managed to overcome the reluctant sensations and gingerly shook the other female's hand "Liliana Sinclair"<br/><br/>Given the continuation of the false warmth and smiles, the other girl obviously had no clue that Liliana's psychic abilities venturing much further than just teleporting... she decided to keep it that way for the time being... something about this girl and her peculiar energy made her feel like it wasn't safe to drop her guard...