"Shit." The muttered word left her mouth in an almost inaudible breath as some of the many belongings clutched in her overburdened arms clattered to the ground with an almost teeth-gritting sound. Arisa let out a mildly exasperated sigh as she bent over in an attempt to gather them once more. It was at this time that she finally noticed the feet of the older boy who stood over her like a long drawn out shadow. If it weren't for a somewhat unruly at times self-confidence, something inherited from her father, the young girl would have likely felt much more than the brief flash of embarrassment that crossed her mind. Instead of saying it aloud, she shot him a mildly apologetic look before saying, "I'm new here. You can probably tell. Arisa Mallon."
She wondered if it was strange for someone to be starting school so late. Most of these kids had probably started Beata as soon as eligible. Despite living in the city her entire life, Arisa had been strapped in with the blanks, settling for the average amounts of teenage, powerless angst. Not that she didn't possess any sort of natural gift. No, instead her school track had been determined by an overbearing father. The very same one who somehow managed to be over invested in her life, and yet abandoned her in almost an instant at the steps of Beata. Caine had always had a strange way of dealing with things and this was just another on a long list. But assistance from the strong, wolf dad who could have easily hauled all this in would have been appreciated at least. Her head shook slightly as she met Cayde's eyes, "And you are?"
