"Have you gotten yourself assigned to a dormitory yet? Have you eaten?" The girl with white hair stared at Bujilli. Her eyes. The gold in her irises swirled. Like clouds.
"I have a room. It's temporary. And no; I haven't eaten in...a while now." Bujilli realized he was famished. Food sounded really good right now.
"A room? You have a private room, all to yourself?" Leeja blurted incredulously.
"Yes. For now. Gnosiomandus arranged it for me just before he had to leave--"
"You know Gnosiomandus?!?" Leeja had large, expressive eyes. Golden-green irises. Skin like fresh yak's milk in the morning light. Surprisingly, to Bujilli, un-hairy. He'd not seen such smooth skin up close before. Leeja was quite attractive. And she knew it.
"Yes...I mean no...I mean we've only recently met."
Leeja's shoulders sunk in disappointment. An almost petulant quiver pulsed across her lip then evaporated as she quickly recalculated the situation.
"...but he has agreed to take me on as a student--" Bujilli stumbled on. He felt strange. Normally reticent and quiet by nature, now he wanted to divulge practically every detail of his life story. To a stranger. To this girl.
"Really? What a fabulous break. You're very lucky!" Leeja smiled seductively. She smelled blood after all.
"I guess so..." Bujilli scowled. Shook his head. The hairs of his nape and forearms were standing on end.
"Well, that settles it. Let's get out of here. If you don't mind a slight detour, we can swing by my dorm and I can get cleaned-up. Then we can go get something to eat and we can start your orientation." Leeja began to lead the way out of the half-cleaned pen.
"Okay. I think..." Bujilli shook his head once more. It wouldn't clear. His brain felt like it was pickled in honey. Sweet. Sticky. Stuck. In-between arousal and hunger, intoxication and excitement. Something was...
"Are you okay?" She asked oh so solicitously, a smile emerging from her perfect, alabaster--
Bujilli stepped back. He adjusted his eyes to more readily see the things no one notices, a trick his Uncle taught him as a child. A trick that had saved his life dozens of times before. Like now.
He brought up his right hand and quickly, carefully, matter of factly made the Voorish Sign.
Bujilli felt the insidious, all-too-intimate touch of dozens of minute tendrils slither back and away from him, each one lashing and snapping at his soul like invisible vipers.
He hesitated. His hand tight on the grip of his tulwar. A quick litany of his spells filled his inner vision with a swarm of iconic glyphs, each one color-coded as to its current usefulness and effect.
"Stop. Please." Leeja retracted her claws. Her eyes were mauve around the shining golden irises.
"Give me a reason." He barked hoarsely.
Her eyes pored over him, searching, seeking, desperate.
She bowed her head. Shuddered.
"I...am...sorry. I...meant no offense..."
Bujilli laughed. He clapped his hands derisively. A spell hovered close at-hand, ready to erupt in an instant. He was curious just what Zymurgic Disgestion would actually do to someone...
"You meant no offense?! You were influencing my mind, insinuating yourself into my soul--"
"Yes. I was. It is in my nature."
They both stood there, poised on the brink of terrible violence. Each staring into the other's eyes.
Leeja looked away.
Bujilli's stomach rumbled.
He considered the white-haired girl before him.