<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, Open<br/><hr/>When Salome asked if Tempest could be a handfull, the Irish native nodded her head firmly, but she was grinning even as she did so. "Aye. You have<em>no</em>idea. The school had to have Professor Desrosiers come out to spend time with Tempest and I before he could be transported or he'd have given them hell the whole way there. As it is... I'm not entirely sure he's not giving them hell anyway," she said with a soft laugh.<em>I just hope he doesn't kill some poor stable hand,</em>she thought.<br/><br/>At the appearance of the moving picture, Fay was far less subtle in her surprise than Salome was, and her eyes went wide as dinner plates at the moving picture. "It's moving!" she exclaimed before she could stop herself, one hand lifting as if she were going to snatch the thing out of Salome's hand in her urge to see it more closely. Only by sheer force of will did she manage to hold back from doing so, however, and she forced herself to relax in to the seat even as a deep blush colored her cheeks. "Sorry," she got out, looking flustered and embarrassed. She'd read a bit on the wizarding world in a book picked up during her preparation for school, but it hadn't covered nearly as much as their clearly was.<br/><br/>When the berries were offered, Fay's stomach rumbled for a moment and she was just about to reach out and snag a few when another hand came out of nowhere, cutting her off as a young man popped over the seat to take some of the treat he hadn't been offered. Used to such antics from the male gender, Fay just arched a brow and glanced from Salome to the young man who was introducing himself. At his question on whether or not they were first years, she nodded some, and debated making a smart remark about how rude it was to interrupt them, but thought better of it. Who knows if such standards of politeness were enforced in the wizard world? "I'm Faylinn," she offered after a long moment, her fingers finally snagging a few of the berries before popping them between her lips.<br/><br/>After swallowing the delicious treat down, she looked back to Salome and smiled again, focus entirely off the boy who had interjected himself in their discussion. "I raised Tempest myself," she said, sounding almost dreamy. "Daidí let me choose his Sire to be the first horse I ever handled making breeding decisions for on my own, and when Tempest was born... well... I knew we were meant to be together," she said with a chuckle. "I bottle fed him when his mare fell ill when he was just a foal. Slept in his stall and everything. Of course... the fact that I was the only one who could get anywhere near him when he grew up helped," she added with a chuckle.