Trinity Soul University
For the most part, Trista had been keeping to herself. While everyone talked amongst themselves and made headway to the dorms, Trista kept quiet and tried her hardest to carry her luggage alone. In her preparations to moving here, it seemed that Trista had gotten just a little carried with her luggage. Though her belongings weren't mostly comprised of clothes, unlike some stereotypical fashionistas of her age and place of origin, her assortment of clothes, essentials, and personal belongings really were weighing down the tiny girl's arms.
Amidst the walking and clambering towards the Dorms, Trista noticed a particular person amongst the group surveying the others and even providing a modest smile towards her. Trista, unsure of how to respond to the young man, turned her gaze away from him and down towards her heavy luggage. Though she didn't want to leave the guy hanging nor be impolite, Trista was afraid that, by continuing to look at him or by giving him a response, she risked annoying him or making herself look like a fool.
Still though, despite the noise around her, Trista found herself still curious about this one Ms. Krane. Of course, the same thoughts from before still loomed her head. But Trista had little clue as to who exactly she was. Of course, Oneira was a teacher, and a wolf at that, but who exactly is she?
From the sounds of things, it seemed as if the teachers had some degree of respect to her. It might have just been because of a simple teacher to teacher politeness but Trista had her suspicions. Perhaps Toriel knew?
"Erm... T-Tori... Toriel...?" Trista meekly called out for the teacher's attention. "I... I-I have a... question. A-Are you... friends with Ms. Krane...?"
((So, apparently, this post never got posted. HOW?! Well, anyways, sorry for the wait. This was supposed to go up several days prior, even sooner had Alayo posted sooner or Katrix posted ever.))
For the most part, Trista had been keeping to herself. While everyone talked amongst themselves and made headway to the dorms, Trista kept quiet and tried her hardest to carry her luggage alone. In her preparations to moving here, it seemed that Trista had gotten just a little carried with her luggage. Though her belongings weren't mostly comprised of clothes, unlike some stereotypical fashionistas of her age and place of origin, her assortment of clothes, essentials, and personal belongings really were weighing down the tiny girl's arms.
Amidst the walking and clambering towards the Dorms, Trista noticed a particular person amongst the group surveying the others and even providing a modest smile towards her. Trista, unsure of how to respond to the young man, turned her gaze away from him and down towards her heavy luggage. Though she didn't want to leave the guy hanging nor be impolite, Trista was afraid that, by continuing to look at him or by giving him a response, she risked annoying him or making herself look like a fool.
Still though, despite the noise around her, Trista found herself still curious about this one Ms. Krane. Of course, the same thoughts from before still loomed her head. But Trista had little clue as to who exactly she was. Of course, Oneira was a teacher, and a wolf at that, but who exactly is she?
From the sounds of things, it seemed as if the teachers had some degree of respect to her. It might have just been because of a simple teacher to teacher politeness but Trista had her suspicions. Perhaps Toriel knew?
"Erm... T-Tori... Toriel...?" Trista meekly called out for the teacher's attention. "I... I-I have a... question. A-Are you... friends with Ms. Krane...?"
((So, apparently, this post never got posted. HOW?! Well, anyways, sorry for the wait. This was supposed to go up several days prior, even sooner had Alayo posted sooner or Katrix posted ever.))
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