TALIA ODEYA SASSAN
female | 17 | princess of jordan
Talia's unusually pale blue gaze flickered about the students who had arrived before her. In the sea of faces, she saw some that she recognized and others whom she did not recall. Many the the students around her had already began mingling with one another, but the warm-skinned girl thought better of such matters. She did not wish to impose on anyone, especially someone who was already locked into a conversation. That would be unbecoming of her.
The young princess had already began to make her way towards the dormitories when an "ahem" drew her attention away from the growing crowd of students around her to a gorgeous raven-haired, long-legged boy. Even before he opened his mouth to speak, she knew right away that he was no scholarship student. She could tell that just by the way he walked and the way he flashed her a smile that dripped with confidence. And when he opened his mouth, a blush seared her cheeks pink.
"Perhaps, I am the only danger that there is." The Jordanian princess countered jokingly, doing her best to sound confident despite the rosiness of her cheeks that said otherwise. So, this was the Prince of Greece. Though she had never met him before, she was familiar with his name. Greece was one of those countries that Talia had yet to visit and was relatively close to Jordan. Naturally, that made her even more curious about the prince.
"Talia Sassan, Princess of Jordan." she replied, offering a tentative smile, "It’s a pleasure to meet you as wel, Pri—Adrian." She doubted that the boy knew much about Jordan. Jordan was one of those countries that hardly was spoken about. It was easily overshadowed by its neighbors more well-known neighbors despite its progressing society. Not that that really mattered to her though. "I do believe you are the first that I have met from somewhere as historically fascinating as Greece. I do hope your journey here wasn’t too troubling?"
Talia had barely gotten those words out when she was suddenly interrupted by a girl who had smacked into the prince next to her and nearly trampled her in the process. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. She might have urged the girl that it was alright had the stranger not gone as quickly as she came. It took the beauty a moment before her gaze ultimately refocused on the Greek prince.
INTERACTION(S): Adrian PaleLight
, Nikita (mentioned)
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