Dining hall || with Amani
As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of Arya’s dorm room, The soft hues of morning cast bright rays of light over the room, illuminating the neat, orderly space with a subtle warmth. The room exuded an air of quiet serenity, a sanctuary amidst the bustling energy of Ninth House.
The room was cloaked in a tranquil stillness, the only sound being the gentle rustle of sheets as Arya shifted beneath the covers. With a languid stretch, she reached out to the bedside table in search of her phone to check the time, her fingers grazing the worn pages of a book that lay there, a little distraction for the late hours.
Arya’s room exuded an air of quiet sophistication and calculated precision, each item meticulously arranged in its designated spot. The sleek lines of her minimalist furniture contrasted beautifully with the ornate detailing of her vintage-inspired decor, creating a harmonious balance between modernity and nostalgia, every detail spoke to Arya’s meticulous attention to detail and preference for order.
The walls were adorned with a few select pieces of artwork, neatly arranged bookshelves lined one wall, their contents a curated collection of literary treasures and arcane tomes. A sleek desk stood opposite, bathed in the soft glow of a reading lamp, its surface adorned with scattered notes and pens and an array of carefully arranged books, their spines worn from countless readings, thirst for knowledge is not one easy to quench.
She rose from her bed, smoothing the wrinkles from her sheets with a flick of her wrist. As she moved through the room, her steps were light and precise, the cool touch of the hardwood floor grounding her as she prepared to face the day ahead.
With practiced ease, Arya went about her morning routine, the familiar rituals grounding her in the present moment. She lingered in the warmth of the shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of sleep and usher in a renewed sense of vitality.
Arya’s wardrobe showed off an array of carefully selected garments that reflected her distinctive sense of style, a matter she never seemed to dissapoint with, always keep things interesting. Arya paused before her wardrobe, surveying the carefully curated selection of garments with a discerning eye. Today, she opted for a layered ensemble, a black top paired with a crisp blue button-down shirt, topped off with a tailored black striped blazer and a pair of leather pants that hugged her figure just right. She brushed through her brown locks with swift, decisive strokes, arranging them into a sleek ponytail that fell down her back in a graceful cascade. A touch of makeup enhanced her features, accentuating her natural beauty with subtle precision.
As she surveyed her reflection in the mirror, Arya’s gaze held a quiet intensity, a silent acknowledgment of the day ahead. With a final adjustment to her attire, she gathered her belongings and headed out to school.
Walking into the bustling dining hall, Arya made a beeline for the drink stand, her usual tall glass of double dirty chai calling out to her like an old friend. With a quick glance around the room, she spotted a cozy window seat waiting just for her, its quiet solitude a welcome respite from the cacophony of noise and chatter that filled the air. Ignoring the energetic buzz of conversation that surrounded her, Arya navigated her way through the crowded hall with practiced ease, her steps purposeful and determined. She had always been one to focus in the mornings, preferring the quiet contemplation of her own thoughts to the idle chatter of those around her.
“Arya Sellanova”
As Arya entered the dining hall, she heard her name being called, and with a faint glance in the direction of the voice, she spotted none other than Amani. Were they friends? Well, that might be stretching it a bit. In the past, one could have considered them as friends, their mothers were friends, rather close ones in fact. However, when it came to the daughters, things were a bit more complicated. “Amani,” Arya greeted, her tone cordial but distant as she acknowledged her presence. She couldn’t help but notice the snarky comment about Inessa, however, she knew better than to engage in petty conflicts, especially in public settings. pick and choose your battles. Instead, she chose to remain composed, offering a polite yet neutral response.
Arya arched an eyebrow in response to Amani’s remark, her expression unapologetically confident. “Well, I like to keep things interesting,” she replied with a playful glint in her eyes. “Who says you have to wait for a special occasion to look fancy?” she replied, her voice laced with a hint of amusement and a sly smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
She couldn’t help but notice Amani’s signature green top and short skirt ensemble, paired with a rather nice looking black leather jacket she could have sworn she remembered seeing somewhere else before. Arya’s gaze lingered on the outfit for a moment before she offered a nonchalant comment, her words laced with a hint of playful teasing. “And I see you’re sticking to your signature green,” she remarked with a small smirk. “Consistency is key, after all.”
With a casual flick of her wrist, Arya took a sip of her chai, savoring the rich blend of flavors as she maintained her confident demeanor. “So, what’s been going on in the world of Amani lately?” she asked, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as her words carried a subtle undercurrent of curiosity and wit. “Any exciting developments, or is it just the usual chaos?”
@Kristi Amani
@Madilfill Inessa mentioned