”Good luck, dear.. and have a nice day!” sang out the chipper words in sincerity, the owner of the voice, an elderly lady with a cloud of kinked gray curls, sent Alice a warm smile before turning back to the task she was preoccupied with before. Sensing a closure in their short conversation, that rehearsed smile, reserved only for politeness to strangers and introductions, played across the young girl’s petal-pink lips, a small nod of acknowledgement accompanying the gesture. Hoisting the Louis Vuitton handbag from it’s current resting place on the mahjongy surface and adjusting the straps loosely on her right shoulder, Alice fluidly turned on her heels before slipping out of the small space and into the halls. Exhaling a soft sigh, she took a pause as those crystal blues flickered down to the white paper lightly clutched between the fingers of her left hand, lips parting as the attention scanned black and white. ”I’m...in the..Kalt house..?” whispered out that recognizable soft tone, a sense of wonderment echoing the feelings within her conscious. A heartbeat passed before the crisp document was neatly folded, it’s sight swiftly stowed from view as it found a way in the handbag’s spacious compartment, that reserved smile slowly growing warmer. Glancing down at her wristwatch, the freshman’s head went into motion of a quick, firm nod before muttering out, ”I have enough time for a quick tour…” And with that, she was off.
It’s...quiet here.. noted that inner voice as her focus skittered in every direction, each stone and crack committing itself to her memory. Instinctively moving closer to the right side of the corridor, Alice couldn’t resist her curiosity, the overwhelming urge to feel and explore consuming her. Allowing a delicately crafted hand to extend, that smile spread in growth as the rough texture lightly scraped against the tender skin, instant memories of the Egyptian sand springing to her mind. ”I wonder...what type of stone is this? Sandstone..perhaps? Or maybe a combination?” pondered the muse, a dreamy sense within the words. When the wall ran out, a windowsill being the interruption, the girl, naturally, took a pause. Once more, those inhumanely hues found a target; the blurred colours of greens, blues, and golds behind the frosted pane. "I’m glad that my bags were delivered before my arrival...otherwise, I would be stuck unpacking right now.. Ah, thats right. It’s sunny today, isn’t it?” came her hushed self-assessment, the topics certainly confusing to anyone who would have overheard.. but, like always, to Alice, it made perfect sense. Extending that dropped hand once more, the odd teenager tentatively placed her fingertips against the separator from the outside world, eyes widening in slight shock at the frigidity it held. ”How….peculiar. It’s sunny outside, yet...these windows feel as if it is wintertime. Interesting, interesting.” Certainly, it would have been an oddsight to the other students; here was a young girl, dressed from head to toe in professional designer attire, and she was marvelling at the temperature of the windows! ”I wonder..what are they made of? Hm.. this is quite puzzling indeed..”
