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Miram Penthesar
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Girl Talk (Gretchen) Dec 30, 2013 4:30:55 GMT -5

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Post by Miram Penthesar on Dec 30, 2013 4:30:55 GMT -5

There couldn't be more of a divide in room decoration no matter how hard you tried. On one side plenty of pastel colored decorations of a very clearly girly nature, not all that different from what you might expect from a teenage girl. It was all very well organized and clean despite the sheer amount of decoration to behold on that half of the dwelling. Contrasting this was the other half of the living space where the walls themselves were totally devoid of decoration of any sort.  By its looks someone had spent all their time and energy decorating one half of the room and never gotten around to finishing the other half.  Really the only indication that a second person lived in the room was the very out of place bronze helmet resting next to the pillows on that side. A helmet that had once been tucked under the arm of a statue that stood sentry outside the dormitory building and looked for all the world like someone had run off with it from a museum or movie set.

The former statue was the room's other tenant, and today she was actually present. Miram wasn't really sure what to do about her rooming situation or her roommate in all honesty.  Only a week before had the faculty decided that she should live with the other girls so that she could spend time with people her age. Her roommate had come not long afterwards, the same day that Miram actually noticed the sudden addition of decoration in one half of the room. There was nothing wrong with the girl, in fact she thought her roommate seemed like she might be nice. She was certainly worried about keeping the room in good order! While at first the decorations had been peculiar they were starting to grow on the ex-monument, who despite herself found them cute. So neither the décor nor the girl herself were the problem.

Her problem, the reason she hadn't gotten to know Gretchen very well, was that she could never think of how to start a conversation. Every time she had made an attempt it had ended up being a stuttered mess or just total nonsense. Or at really bad times she'd even slipped into Hittite or the common language of the fabled Amazons. Miram knew full well that her roommate wouldn't understand a word of that, which just made her more frustrated. Here was someone whom she shared room with, who seemed to be nice, maybe even be a friend.. and she couldn't communicate. No matter how much she wanted to reach out and make a connection something in her just wouldn't let that happen. Just too many nerves or something.  This had been on her mind a lot today, so she sat on her bed, knees pulled up to her chest as she waited for Gretchen to get back.  Like usual she was wearing clothes provided by the school - today rather daringly a nice purple dress with tall black socks and flats.  That long hair of hers was once again pulled into long thick braids, which almost circled all the way around to meet at her toes.

"If I could just.. talk to her.. without getting nervous," Miram thought aloud, hoping maybe her roommate might find an answer.

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Girl Talk (Gretchen) Jan 1, 2014 2:40:06 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 2:40:06 GMT -5

"This one, this one... Right," mumbled a young blonde as she walked down the first floor's hallway of the dorms, looking over the books she held in her thin arms. Frequently did she do this; get lost in her own little world when she was alone and occasionally mumble to her self. It was something she did, in fact, for her entire freshman year, and eventually became a terrible habit. Those first two years were hard, but she survived through it. Somehow. Now, she had decided that this year would be different -- time to get more comfortable with her new life style -- and more importantly let go of the past.

And, what better way to start than to converse with your new dorm mate? Last year, the German didn't have one bit recently a certain statue turned out to be, well, not exactly a statue at all. That statue was of a fearsome female warrior, or so the staff of the school let it out to be. No, that statue was of a timid and lost girl; now, the blonde's room mate. Gretchen had found the whole 'lost warrior' motif actually interesting, and had interest in her shy roommate. Though she didn't bring it up her questions with Miram at all, as the blonde had thought over of how maybe some memories were best kept unsaid. However, she noted how Miram acted; not able spark up a conversion. Not that Gretchen minded. She her self wasn't very social and could understand how much culture shock being Miram was probably going through.

So, what better way to help the situation with practice? Practice makes perfect, as they say. Thinking up this, the German girl decided to meet up with Miram at their dorm with books. They were the typical "For Dummies" type of books, and explained how to strike up a simple conversation. Sure, it seemed like a lame idea, but she thought it would be nice to practice conversation since the two weren't too proficient at it and it would allow them to get to know each other. Hopefully Miram would like the idea and go with it.

Before long, Gretchen found her self at the door of Miram and her dorm. The girl stood there, prepping her self with closed eyes and a intake of breath before opening then with a determination and balancing the books she held into her left hand while her right worked the door knob. When she was able to open it, she shifted the books onto both arms once more and trotted in, quickly turning to close the door behind her. Pink orbs glanced over at the sparsely decorated side of the dorm, observing the raven-haired Hittite as she sat on her bed. A soft smile graced Gretchen's thin lips as she turned around, the books in Miram's view. "Hello Miram, nice to see you here," the blonde commented as she went over to her bed to place the conversation books and sat next to the pile. It wasn't like the German girl didn't know that Miram would be in their room, she was just making small talk; obvious, awkward small talk.

"Um... So... I got some books from the library. They are the "how-to" kind, these teach conversation," the petite girl spoke, her tone a little awkward, "I thought that it'd be good for us to learn some skills together -- not because we're bad or anything but it'd be fun and useful. Uh, really fun and useful! Ha ha..." Though she tried to keep eye contact with the other female, she quickly averted her eyes to her fidgeting hands on her lap. She looked up once more with hope, and with a small, sheepish smile. "So, would you like to practice with me?"

notes hopefully this is good enough! ♡ tags Miram Penthesar

Last Edit: Jan 1, 2014 2:56:14 GMT -5 by Deleted

Miram Penthesar
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Girl Talk (Gretchen) Jan 1, 2014 7:36:43 GMT -5

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Post by Miram Penthesar on Jan 1, 2014 7:36:43 GMT -5

Miram had been in this modern world long enough to know that life would be much more peaceful than she'd grown up accustomed to. No wars, no raiders from some troublesome tribe or city who were there to cause problems for you. She might not understand the forms of entertainment, or many other things about this age, but that was something basic enough. The girl had spent years learning how to fight though. Unexpected noises and sights still sometimes made her tenses up, prepared to reach out and defend herself. No threats existed but she still perceived them sometimes. Just the turning of the doorknob was enough to make Miram instinctively reach for her bow while she was nervous like this. Her hand patted the mattress next to her when no bow was immediately at her side. Only a second later did she figure out that this wasn't a dangerous situation nor did she have a bow with her.

There was absolutely no reason to be worried about an intruder and she knew that. Old habits died hard. When she noticed that the person at the door was none other than her German roommate, her tense limbs relaxed. Miram did wonder why Gretchen was returning to their dorm room with an armload of books though. She still sat on her side of the room, legs tucked up to her chest, but it was clear that she was more focused now and watching her roommate and those books. Perhaps the blonde needed to study quite a bit. In that case Miram would find an excuse to go do something physical or otherwise allow Gretchen to be alone. It'd be awkward to hang around in the room in that case. Yet her face lit up at the mere use of obvious small talk. Just a greeting but it felt really good to have someone happy to see you like that. The Hittite actually smiled just a tiny bit, cheeks getting pinkish as she nodded in response. Maybe, she thought, maybe those books weren't for study after all and this was a chance to speak to her roommate.

She very nearly leapt off of her bed in happy surprise when her roommate revealed that they were books to help them communicate. Just exactly the thing that the Hittite had been so worried about moments before! Violet orbs were firmly locked on the blonde as she explained, awkwardly, that she thought it'd be fun to practice some skills together. Miram's head swayed to the side when Gretchen averted her eyes, her own eyebrows raised in surprise. They were both awkward and nervous about communicating with each other! Both of them being unsure how to talk to each other actually made her feel a lot better about herself. And just as she'd been hoping her roommate had found a solution to the problem they shared. That was enough to make Miram actually stand up from her bed and shuffle over to Gretchen's. By the time that the blonde looked up again the Hittite was already en route, braids swinging playfully with each step. At her roommate's last question Miram sat down at the end of the German's bed and stared at the books. It still amazed her that she could read this odd writing system, but that was magic for you. Or maybe her goddess looking out for her. Regardless she finally looked into Gretchen's pink eyes and offered what had to this point been a rare, genuine smile.

"I.. um.. I would really like that," she managed to say, sighing in relief just at getting that out. After a beat she asked, "So.. Gretchen.. how is... how are... um..."

That didn't work, so she looked about the room for something that they could start talking about. Finally she glanced at her dress, then looked to the German girl and asked, "Is this OK? The teacher.. gave it to me."

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Girl Talk (Gretchen) Jan 11, 2014 0:04:03 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 0:04:03 GMT -5

Watching the Hittite walk over to her bed while she spoke made Gretchen feel comfortable with her choice of asking for practice; it sure seemed like her roommate was interested, by the way how she sat next to the blonde and stared at the library books. Gretchen's pink orbs stared at that rare smile her roommate offered at her while answering her previous question. So far, all she had seen from Miram was a timid and intimidated expressions, never really a smile. So seeing the raven-haired girl suddenly smile made the German stare as well as feel a warm, fuzzy feeling; everybody deserved to smile, after all. Miram's was one of those rare, pretty smiles too. The blonde nodded, returning another smile to the young girl. "Ha ha, I'm glad you like the idea. I was a bit hesitant of the idea at first."

The blonde blinked at Miram's sudden question about her dress, but quickly observed it; it was a plain purple dress, however its simplicity and the color complimented her roommate well. Purple just seemed to be her color, probably because of those violet-colored eyes of hers. "I think you wear it well. Seems like teacher is a fashion expert," Gretchen responded, with a silent giggle. Despite how the conversation just started, Gretchen already found it pleasant. She felt relieved that her and her roommate were already getting along, no sour introductions or anything. Just simple talk, simple girl talk. "You know... I think that's a starting topic here," the blonde reached over to grab of the closest books and flipped the pages over quickly to look for the desired subject. "Talking about clothes is a good topic among strangers, especially around females. Or so I heard... er, read, I mean." She wasn't sure about the female part the book said, as she was sure that there were few that didn't care about the subject of clothing. But still, it seemed like a good topic for the most part.

"I think if anything, we should probably start with something like introdutions or trying to start conversations," the blonde mused while flipping the pages once more. Every page she flipped was the wrong one however, and it only made her take longer to find the correct page. The time-consuming process made the German girl's pale cheeks heat up in embarrassment and her brows knitted together. Where was the page? She just had it a minute ago! "I-I don't usual take this long to find something! Ah..." Her fingers stopped once her pink lens caught hold of the English header, "'The Basics', here it is." She gave a forced smile, in hopes that her partner would forget about her previous blunder. Oh... How frustratingly embarrassing that was...

Gretchen looked over the page with detail, and finding that her previous assumption was correct -- one way to start a pleasant conversation was through clothing and complimenting the other person. It seemed like her and Miram already had one point down then, seeing how they had already discussed clothing and paid compliments. There as still more, however of how to get it done. Wanting to be polite to her companion, Gretchen decided to allow her to see the book and thus leaned over to place it on the girl's lap. "That was the page I mention earlier. We can start there or you can chose something that'd you be more comfortable with."

notes sorry for the late reply, school has recently started back up for me. ♡ tags Miram Penthesar

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Girl Talk (Gretchen) Jan 22, 2014 22:02:08 GMT -5

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Post by Miram Penthesar on Jan 22, 2014 22:02:08 GMT -5

Miram knew almost nothing about what would constitute a normal conversation, so it was with no small relief that she listened to Gretchen speaking more freely. It was important to her to know what a girl of her age thought about the clothes which had been gifted to her by the faculty. Though she'd always been taught to trust and respect elders, she was so new to this world still that she was conscious about looking odd or out of place. At first all she gathered was that her roommate thought the teacher had a good eye for fashions and how they would suit a given person. Then she understood there was a compliment to her buried in there as well. She wore the dress well? Miram bit her lower lip and nodded while blushing in acknowledgement. Being praised like that was still something to get re-accustomed to, but it felt really nice to know someone actually thought well of her.

The mood was light, relaxed and encouraging if a bit awkward by nature. It made it easier that both girls were so conversationally challenged since that encouraged Miram to practice at least. Starting with introductions might not be a terrible idea considering that they'd never really talked before this. Just learning each other's names and the occasional weak-voiced hello had been Miram's contribution to their previous interaction. That is to say other than her few sputtering attempts at conversation which had been in now-ancient languages. Miram's keen eyes noticed the awkwardness with which her roommate went through the book, fumbling with it as she became increasingly flustered. She raised her own eyebrows when she saw Gretchen's knot together which had to mean the blonde was having a hard time of it. No matter how cool she tried to play it the German's activity did end up causing Miram to starting giggling. Miram tried her best to hide it by covering her mouth but shaking shoulders and the sound itself of light amused laughter betrayed her. A fearsome warrior would never giggle like that, and by this point Miram looked and felt much more like just another teenage girl.

Even as her roommate was intensively studying the book herself Miram was craning her neck to read the book as well. If this were a special tome that could help her better communicate with someone who was turning out to be very nice and relatable, Miram wanted to be in on it quickly. She picked up on the complimenting being a good way to make the other person at ease and eager to communicate more. Clothing was suggested as a pleasant topic of conversation which they seemed to have done a little bit of at least. Then suddenly the book was presented to her, Gretchen leaning over to it in the Amazon girl's lap. Because the other girl had just told her to pick something she was comfortable with Miram could see maybe she was showing herself to be very considerate. Miram's eyes darted over the pages as she tried to find something that she could try out. Something that would allow her to relate to someone from a completely different time. It suggested trying to identify common interests by discussing hobbies and passtimes, which could in themselves be pleasant things to discuss. The Hittite-born girl sat there staring at the page as she thought about her own, as well as maybe the idea of a better introduction.

"Maybe.. we should do.. um.. introductions? Is that right?" she glanced over to Gretchen with a curious look, then pointed to herself while trying to use an example out of the book, "My name is.. Miram of.. the Penthesar family. My hobbies are.. archery.. horses... and carpentry.. it's nice to meet you."

Letting out a sigh of relief she tried to smile, though it came out very timid, "That sounded very strange, didn't it? I'm sorry.. I'm not used to talking to people here yet. But I think you're really nice, so I want to be your friend."

Gretchen looked over the page with detail, and finding that her previous assumption was correct -- one way to start a pleasant conversation was through clothing and complimenting the other person. It seemed like her and Miram already had one point down then, seeing how they had already discussed clothing and paid compliments. There as still more, however of how to get it done. Wanting to be polite to her companion, Gretchen decided to allow her to see the book and thus leaned over to place it on the girl's lap. "That was the page I mention earlier. We can start there or you can chose something that'd you be more comfortable with."

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