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Curious was this younger girl to Velvanir. First she had been shy, and then possibly even more shy just a moment ago, but now...Now she's completely changed again. "Must take practice," he thought to himself, lagging slightly behind the one who lead to the table.

It was fortunate the table was empty, only having three chairs anyway. Velvanir removed one from underneath the table and sat directly across from the person whom he had just met. Daring to look up from his tray, he saw the eyes of the observer wathing him closely and in deep thought. He quickly averted his eyes back to the oatmeal on the food tray and began to dip a bit from the bowl with a spoon. "Wonder what's on her mind..." he thought to himself, again not saying anything.

"My name..." Velvanir began, still looking at his oatmeal, "Is Velvanir. It's a very old English name, possibly started out in the middle ages." His voice remained smoothe throughout, not wavering in a pitch, but rather, it rolled along as if a sea came through; a deep, resonating harmony of bass and treble.

"What is your name, if I may ask?" Velvanir, attempting to be 'polite', as it were called, knew that he was performing well at it, though he should probably be a bit more outward with his own thoughts. This was his first contact in a very long while with anyone, but he knew that it was but a start for him. He had a fear that his deathly-pale skin would be problematic for him to find people to talk to, yet here was this girl, sitting just above his gaze, that approached him and offered him a seat. "A nice experience" as it would be called by Velvanir, but he knew that there were others out there that would be not-so-nice.

"It seems that we have a...familiarity then?" Velvanir somewhat asked Juna and partly asked himself, wondering what exactly to call this relationship that he had with this person that was sitting in front of him. It was strange to him, though, that he had somewhat lost his fear to look at this person, even though he just med her. It was a feeling that he had never before felt throughout any years anywhere, and it donned on him as to what exactly that feeling was, what it meant, and why he had felt it.

Snapping himself from the daze-like state that he was in by shaking his head once to each side, he again looked directly at Juna, and right into her eyes for once. Unwavering, he began to speak again, though very softly and intently, "Actually, I have no living relatives anymore. They all just...died away." His head tilted downward at a slight angle; almost instinctively, "And everything is fine with me. I just had some sudden thoughts about something. It's nothing to worry about though, just one of those...er...random thoughts?" He wasn't sure the exact word that he was looking for in his little sentence, but he figured that he was around where he needed to be with it.

"If you'd allow me to take your tray to the scullery, then it'd be my pleasure to do so," Velvanir stated, standing up from the table and holding out his hand towards Juna, readilly open to accept the tray. A walk would probably soothe out his mind, clearingit of thoughts that did not belong there, or at least, the thoughts that Velvanir thought did not belong in his mind. This would be his first walk with any single person, and he was unsure about this in the back of his head. Reacting purely instinctively by trusting Juna, he had no doubt in his mind that he should accept, though the outcome of events was an uncertainty.

While the walk to the scullery seemed like a small distance, the thoughts that rammed themselves through Velvanir's head made it seem forever. The thoughts were of random things; mere holes of thought processes that never ended, nor really began anywhere to start with. One thing did cross his mind though, and it was a question of what he would talk about.

He knew that he had very little experience with society and that could pose problems while he walked with his newfound friend, though he trusted that there would be something to discuss.

Arriving back tray-less to Juna, Velvanir questioned himself one last time of whether what he was doing was right and just. That final question ended in an instant defeat by the forces bound by trust, in which he felt a little bit better now.

"Shall we leave then?" he inadvertently asked Juna; instinctively moving to her side. She was somewhat short in stature to Velvanir, but he didn't mind that in the least. She may not be a senior, but that could have blown out of the window for all he felt about 'class superiority'.