Furiae did not know why it had occurred, this room change, nor why it had to come about so suddenly and without warning. She had suspected the worst for her room mate, the Jumpluff Alorah, and her fate after the chaos of the city that had exploded in that single day. Well, exploded, yet it had only been a matter of time to most. Dr. Eggman had only brought temporarily relief and not a solution, and that there were those unhappy with his ruling had been made most clear by the fliers that had been distributed around the school. Trouble that Furiae did not want to be involved in.
Alorah had been a victim once before to violence, and so out of some amount of concern Furiae had gone to see that she was fine--after finding out that the change was indeed an official decision, and making sure to send word to her brother so he would not be concerned to find her belongings and presence missing from her old room should he visit unannounced.
It did not take long for her to find a name for the woman she would now co-exist with: Eirika, Princess of Renais. It was mostly all she knew of the woman sparse some small details given when inquiring about the room's occupant; that, and the belongings that had been placed about the room that left clues and guesses as to the kind of person she could be. But her title imposed upon her an image too. A princess. It was a title Furiae wore - or, rather, once wore.
In the time she had in that room before Eirika's entrance, Furiae was left to ponder that history, as well as left to presume Eirika's own. What was the state of her land? What had her life been? More better than her own, surely, yet Furiae did leave room to believe something may have occurred for her in the way that she and her brother had been connected to the school. Royalty was never above misery.
But even so, it was not hard to picture this woman as more royal and proper than her. Briefly, Furiae felt an array of emotions that did not exclude bitterness and jealousy.
Eirika would not have to ever know about that though. One day, however, she would have to come back to find that she was now with a room mate, whether that room mate was present or not when she arrived. The side of the room that had long been unoccupied since Lyra's departure had a few more items to decorate it, though they were few. Furiae did not keep much, and her most precious of belongings (any gift from her brother, such as the jewellery from Christmas) were tucked away safely. Books had been arranged on a shelf on her side, presents from the boxer Mac that she had still yet to go through, and there was a box of a simple design tucked against her computer table that kept folded fabrics and other miscellaneous sewing tools from her practices. But the box was opaque, meaning one would have to peek in to see what it held (but perhaps the time of day that Eirika arrives is in the afternoon, and Furiae has stepped out while leaving a small, simple folded garment on the bed to continue with later, an embroidery hoop fastened on to what looks like a collar--a keen eye might be able to tell it's a young girl's dress, too).
She had no pictures, no posters, no gadgetry such as phones or the like. A notebook was on the desk that was not Eirika's, as well another book or two and pens kept organised together in a slim box. Not many, for it was rare for Furiae to lose them and she did not feel the need for an excess of them. A magazine maybe, was hidden under those books, borrowed from the home economics teacher.
The impression it gave was not a person who liked to leave a chaotic mess. Perhaps even, with her books kept closed and little on display, it gave the impression of a private person. Perhaps they simply did not have much to show. Perhaps there was not enough to conclude a picture of the other from what could be seen, whether or not time factored in what there was little of.
But the Princess of Renais must have a lot already on her mind, too, now that it isn't encased by metal.
the day Eirika returns, a few hours after that?
Alorah had been a victim once before to violence, and so out of some amount of concern Furiae had gone to see that she was fine--after finding out that the change was indeed an official decision, and making sure to send word to her brother so he would not be concerned to find her belongings and presence missing from her old room should he visit unannounced.
It did not take long for her to find a name for the woman she would now co-exist with: Eirika, Princess of Renais. It was mostly all she knew of the woman sparse some small details given when inquiring about the room's occupant; that, and the belongings that had been placed about the room that left clues and guesses as to the kind of person she could be. But her title imposed upon her an image too. A princess. It was a title Furiae wore - or, rather, once wore.
In the time she had in that room before Eirika's entrance, Furiae was left to ponder that history, as well as left to presume Eirika's own. What was the state of her land? What had her life been? More better than her own, surely, yet Furiae did leave room to believe something may have occurred for her in the way that she and her brother had been connected to the school. Royalty was never above misery.
But even so, it was not hard to picture this woman as more royal and proper than her. Briefly, Furiae felt an array of emotions that did not exclude bitterness and jealousy.
Eirika would not have to ever know about that though. One day, however, she would have to come back to find that she was now with a room mate, whether that room mate was present or not when she arrived. The side of the room that had long been unoccupied since Lyra's departure had a few more items to decorate it, though they were few. Furiae did not keep much, and her most precious of belongings (any gift from her brother, such as the jewellery from Christmas) were tucked away safely. Books had been arranged on a shelf on her side, presents from the boxer Mac that she had still yet to go through, and there was a box of a simple design tucked against her computer table that kept folded fabrics and other miscellaneous sewing tools from her practices. But the box was opaque, meaning one would have to peek in to see what it held (but perhaps the time of day that Eirika arrives is in the afternoon, and Furiae has stepped out while leaving a small, simple folded garment on the bed to continue with later, an embroidery hoop fastened on to what looks like a collar--a keen eye might be able to tell it's a young girl's dress, too).
She had no pictures, no posters, no gadgetry such as phones or the like. A notebook was on the desk that was not Eirika's, as well another book or two and pens kept organised together in a slim box. Not many, for it was rare for Furiae to lose them and she did not feel the need for an excess of them. A magazine maybe, was hidden under those books, borrowed from the home economics teacher.
The impression it gave was not a person who liked to leave a chaotic mess. Perhaps even, with her books kept closed and little on display, it gave the impression of a private person. Perhaps they simply did not have much to show. Perhaps there was not enough to conclude a picture of the other from what could be seen, whether or not time factored in what there was little of.
But the Princess of Renais must have a lot already on her mind, too, now that it isn't encased by metal.