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Message: <blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 677082" data-attributes="member: 1255">Linda walked into her room to find Piper Leafsinger sitting crosslegged on her side of the room in the midst of sheafs of paper.  Linda's petite roomate was swathed in a bear-fur rug and nothing else.  The elvin woman's eyes, a brilliant silver with star-shaped pupils, were duller than normal, signalling that she was in trance.  "Hello, Sister," she said quietly, in that detached way elves tended to speak in the nighttime hours.  The two were not related by blood, but the Order they both belonged to made them close.  She blinked twice and was fully awake, shaking the thick coils of light-brown braids that went down her back."Two of your birds went for a night fly, and I allowed them if they promised to return before dawn.  I hope that is alright with you?  They were chattering so loud I it was impossible for me to finish my piece."  She indicated the sheafs scattered around her, and a frown appeared on her oval face.  "The conductor will not be pleased."Larina arrived at her own room to find Asne reading a book in bed.  The slender blonde girl sat up and smiled with relief at her returning roomate, dimples coming easily to either side of her pink rosebud lips.  Sky blue eyes regarded the would-be thief with fondness over a smattering of freckles that continued down her neck and at least to her shoulders, which were covered by a modest white nightgown.  "Thank Orma you're alright," she said, putting the book down and standing to greet her roomate with a hug.  Larina accepted that Asne was a fairly emotional person, but she still wasn't sure if all this hugging was necessary.  "You really shouldn't be walking around at night like this, at least until they've caught the murderer.  It isn't safe."Instead of entering Elias knocked at his door when he noticed that the numerals nailed to it were turned sideways.  After a few moments of rustling, and the sound of a window opening, the door opened to reveal the handsome, grinning face of Ain Weatherhawk. "Ho, Kaerlennon!" he greeted his roommate brightly, stepping aside to let him in.  A son of one of Camos' more affluent Dukes, Elias got along with him fabulously because of their similar temperments - both rakish and fickle.  "Who do you feel for the tracks this week?" he enquired, straightening his wrinkled tunic.  Moving to the mirror, he ran a hand through his tousled stark black hair and stared at his warm grey eyes intently.  "I'm choosing Windwalker, this time.  He's been steadily improving, don't you think?"When James entered his room, he found that Rowan Wayward had already unpacked his belongings.  Everything on the physically imposing young man's side of the room was impeccably arranged to precision.  He didn't like anything being out of place if he could help it.  Wayward himself stood barefoot on his green rug, holding a wooden practice sword in some fighting stance.  As James shut the door behind him, the emerald green eyes flicked to him for but a moment before returning to staring straight ahead.  James knew that Wayward would stand in that very position for another hour as if it was a second before executing a series of blinding attacks.  He called it 'focusing his inner strength'.  James had thought it a little silly at first, but now he was quite used to his intense roommate.Phowett navigated himself easily through his room from long practice.  He could make out the soft snores of his roommate Theowright Findlay, already asleep for the night.  Phowett decided he'd take advantage of the unusual quiet of the night and get a full night's sleep.Forge and Froud both climbed into bed on separate sides of the room.  Forge's half of the room contained a desk and bookcases full of tomes of magic, while Froud's was filled with bins of tools, mechanical parts, schematics and half-completed projects.  Froud soon falls asleep, free of the sounds of his roommate's snoring, and Forge starts to slumber thinking of classes and the mystery of the murders.</blockquote>

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