Talyssa had allowed her attention to linger outside the window in the courtyard for a long time before withdrawing back to herself. Blinking rapidly for a moment, her focus realigned toward the back of the room. She saw a desk, but behind it shelves of organized plant matter. Some she had recognized from out in the greenhouse- her pale blue eyes catching the dried Lavender stalks that Mercury had named to her. Like a moth to a flame, she began to gravitate toward the back of the room. But just as she had made her way about halfway down the aisle, a disturbance at the entrance of the room caught her attention.
Tawny and white ears flicked at the man's voice, though the tone of voice did not match what she might have thought it would have sounded like. She listened with interest as he initiated an apology, which puzzled her further. "Why are you sorry?" Lyssa inquired gently. After a moment of hesitance, she offered him the warmth of a friendly grin. "You don't have to be!" She attempted to reassure him.
This man smelled like the Hollows, but she didn't recall ever having seen him around. With the blazing curiosity that she carried with her always, she pressed on, cutting to the chase. "My name is Talyssa. What's yours?" She asked with intent, but made a special attempt to use a softer voice, as she was afraid she might scare her new friend away.
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