Fèlicie exited the library with a smile in her eyes. She hadn't been in Uthlyn for long—just over half a year—but she already loved it! It really did feel like her knew home, even though before she was hesitant to believe that would ever happen. But the people, the places, the atmosphere... it was all so great!
She glanced around the busy streets, wondering if she knew any one. She had met so many people already and loved almost all of them. Many of them waved of said a brief greeting to her as they made their way to their destinations, and she returned the favor. But as she glanced around, one person specifically piqued her interest. Or, more accurately, one Vulpegryph.
He was the only Vulpegryph she had seen since entering the city and, if she remembered correctly, the only one that lived there. But she hadn't yet spoken to him. She had watched François, sure, but never got the guts to go and strike up a conversation. It was strange for her—she normally had no troubles talking to strangers... and one would imagine that a fellow Vulpegryph would be easier than everyone else here. After all, he even spoke the language she grew up with!
But for one reason or another, it always seemed like the situation was bad when she saw him. It didn't help that she constantly had to be somewhere. After all, getting a scholarship to one of the most prestigious schools in the town wasn't an easy thing, and she had to make sure they didn't regret giving it to her. But, for once, she had nothing to do. And he looked so distressed.
So Fèlicie took a deep breath and walked over to him. She sat down and coughed lightly, just in case he hadn't heard her already. And then she turned her gaze to straight in front of her, where she could watch people and try to hide the embarrassment that was welling up inside of her. If she could have, she would have gotten up and walked away. But she knew there was no turning back at this point. Plus, she didn't even know why she felt embarrassed!