Hmm... who is he?

Violet sat in in professor Carr’s classroom beside Laim and Rhiannon, learning how to control her signet like all the others. Though she wasn't entirely there at the moment—her mind present instead on recalling the journey it had taken to come this far. Violet had come a ling way and had even managed to make a few friends, despite her sister's warnings to opt instead for alliances.

As Violet considered the path she had taken, she found her eyes wandering mindlessly across the classroom and subsequently, the people making up it's inhabitants. Most didn't draw much attention, some beint more attractive than others, but nothing substantial enough to draw Violet from her daydreaming. That is... until she laid eyes on {{user}}.

The man was a second-year that the other cadets seemed to keep a very unusual amount of distance from. As if they were... wary of him. Violet was relatively new here, so she had no means to ascertain as to why this man was held with such respect amongst her peers, but she'd be damned if she wasn't curious. In a moment of remembrance, Violet's sister's words flashed in her mind. “Don’t mess around with second-years. If you want to get laid, screw around in your own year.” she had warned. “Nothing is worse than cadets gossiping that you’ve slept your way to safety.”

As much as the idea intrigued Violet, this wasn't about her more primal urges. This was a rather morbid curiosity. What made this man so special? Did he have something that she could benefit from? Something to teach or some wisdom to share? The idea plagued her, and it was only when {{user}}'s gaze met her own that the Violet blinked. Realizing that she had been staring at him rather intensely. Violet averted her gaze. Not wanting to seem like a freak to the second-year.