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Blackened fingers was something Uller was used to. No matter how neat he tried to be, the stag had always managed to get smudge ink on his sleeves, clothes, hands and sometimes his face if he wasn't paying that much attention.

Today, he was wandering in and out of classrooms, trying to get a feel for the school. It was warmer than he would have liked it, but tolerable. Perhaps if he got in the same classes as Tahki he could use her to help keep them both cool. His black eyes narrowed as he sat in one of the seats, drumming his blue fingers against the wood of the desk. His hair was down about his shoulders today and was unmoving, because who believed in cooling down the rooms if there were no classes?

Still, he was trying to see how long it would take to chill the room to a comfortable temperature by himself. Honestly, he wasn't expecting anyone to come here today. Most of them seemed busy with something or other that happened before he was enrolled.

Lips pursed as he heard someone's foot steps and then a tentative 'Hello?' He turned his head, looking toward the door and sighed. "Hello?" He echoed, figuring it would be another student. Honestly, all he knew was Tahki at this point in time, so another encounter with another student seemed physically daunting to the prissy teenager.

He rose to his full height, of five-foot-four now that he was in his slightly heeled boots and weaved in and out of the desks. The temperature in the room was about three degrees cooler than out in the hallway.

Disinterest was right until he got a good look at whoever it was. A girl, with skin that contrasted his own, greatly and hair three times as long as his, if he had to guess by how many loops was there. Then he looked her over and stopped at her chest.

Well. Hello there, big breasts. Uller had somehow managed to keep his brows from arching and looked past the assets this girl had. Then he noticed her see through legs and he did let a brow arch. Weird. Whatever, he'd be seeing a lot of unusual things, he supposed. This was the first time he came in contact with anyone with translucent skin before. It was interesting, to see the way human legs worked. No doubt, in this shape, his own looked similar if he were to cut himself open and look.

Then his black eyes caught sight of the black ink on her hands. Ah, she must be a teacher making tests. But then why wouldn't she know where they kept the supplies? He let out a sigh and shrugged a little bit. "No, I don't know where they keep the supplies, but you're going to ruin those clothes if you're not more careful with them. With material and thread as fine as that it's a shame to know you're using ink around them." He let a frown pull at his lips before shrugging at sitting down on a desk, hands in his lap as he crossed his legs.

Poor peasant girl. It would seem she said this rehearsed, like she'd done this so many times before. He was focusing on her face and hands right now, rather than her well endowed frame. They just took him by surprise, how big they were. Certainly, it caught his interest. He was a teenage boy, how could it not? But still, she was displeased with this and he could honestly care less about it. He would be displeasing a lot of people, it seemed. Instead, he watched her look around and got off the desk to wander through the desks again. His heeled boots clicking on the floor lightly as he bent over and peered it.

"Seeing how I just got here, no. I haven't seen teachers yet. I have not even received a schedule, if you have them," his tone was now one of someone who was bored out of his mind. This was followed by a sigh as he pushed a hand through his hair and then peered into another desk, rustling through things.

"To sum up what you've said, you're poor and it's laundry day so you wear what you have at the time. I suggest doing laundry soon, or at least buy yourself some clothes that cover you up as well as ones that can be used for work. Though, I don't know what you do for a living, so perhaps you are dressed for work."

There were women who did unmentionable things for a living, he knew that. But Uller couldn't bring himself to outright call her something like that. So he just suggested at it, rather hard, too. "Who are you, anyway?"

An amused smirk played on his face as she recoiled from his words like that, spilling some pretty interesting information. Childhood friend, she says? Her face said otherwise. Ah, well, it was no interest of him, anyway. She clearly wasn't his type. It was a half pity, too, she was so pretty. With the mis-matched eyes and what not. However, when she stated she was from the Lost Clan and her name, he 'hm'ed, seeming very surprised at that.

Those odd eyes widened a bit and he tilted his head. "Glasere Uller, student here. Hua Lifen, was it? I've heard of the Lost Clan but never your name. Never an of their names, honestly. So you're one of them, hm?" He asked, tossing his hair out of his eyes with a flick of his head.

"I didn't mean to insult you. I was just asking without asking. An artisan you say? Oh, how clever. I truly admire them. I've watched them practice where I am from. Though the snow can be so tough. Have you ever trained in the snow? Cold climates? This one girl I know had to put her fingers in ice in the snow. She wasn't an arctic creature such as me, so it was torture for her. She had to learn to play the flute that way."

Oh, he was interested now. The insults were gone, and so was his belittling tone. He truly was interested in how she managed to get the rank of artisan. After all, it wasn't common to run into a Lost Clansmen in the school. At last, not to him. He was used to the mixture of monsters and demons, ghosts and undead.

So she preferred to stay out of the lime light? Someone of her beauty and assets; that was surprising to him. Though, Uller knew not everyone was as open as he was. Modesty wasn't something he knew when it came to the physical. Knowledge wise, yes, everything with him was modest. She wouldn't be able to get him to open up about home if she asked. He gave information freely when he wanted too. It was hardly ever, but it happened sometimes. Those odd black eyes watched her, entranced in her story telling. Was she trained with words too?

Her phrasing seemed deliberate, delicate. Nothing like he was used to. Story telling back home wasn't flowery, but more emotional; blood thirsty, even. Stories of newest kills and newest clothing, accessories, whatever.

Then she mentioned being the only one to take up this profession and it made him wonder how many siblings she had. Apparently they were all knowledge seekers. Teachers? Students? How fascinated he became with the Clan families now that he'd met one. He would definitely have to look into this later.

"I don't know, actually. In my family we have a diversity of professions. I take it the Clans aren't as diverse? You have set jobs for set classes?"

He didn't think of himself as bitter tongued. Uller had been talking like this his whole life. He was from a good family with a long, healthy blood line. He was well known back home. Here, though, he supposed that meant nothing here. Pity, too. He wanted the respect he had back home. Though, he supposed that was one of the reasons he was enrolled here besides power control. He had been told he was too harsh sometimes? He felt too entitled to too much in the words of his father. Well, that maybe, but he wanted the easiest life possible. He wasn't quite a hard worker just yet! He rather danced through life.

"Mm.. I am very blood-line involved. Most of my kind is," he murmured, arching a brow as he listened to her. "So you, middle-caste, have noble friends? How good it must be to be you. Do they shower you with gifts?" He wasn't implying anything this time. He was rather curious to how the two castes interacted with each other. "Many-a higher classes tend to shower their lower class friends with gifts. Though, some to rub it in their faces, others to help their families out by allowing them to sell their gifts. This friend you keep talking about.. Does he give you special attention?"

Oh, so it was a noble playing hooky from classes and slumming it up. There was that, too, where he lived. Some part of Uller wondered if she was choosing her carefully because there was more to tell than she wanted to share with a stranger at this point. Well, if she was just going to answer all these questions, he really saw no point in not asking whatever he wanted. If she didn't want to answer, she would have found a better way to tell him to 'go away' or just to stop asking personal questions.

Still, Lifen was interesting. Sure, he struck a cord or two in her, but she wasn't annoying in the slightest bit. He found her very fascinating.

"Ah, well... It does, actually." He knew when to shut up about a certain topic. Honestly, he didn't notice anything odd about her eyes. He'd seen others with oddly colored eyes before, so why bother asking about it? Sighing a little more, he started to look in the desks.

"Now, it was ink you wanted? Perhaps we can borrow it from another student if they just happened to leave it in a desk. Right Lifen?"