Hlaing Muireall Tamboli
Lynwood Academy
She seemed aggressively handicapped, although I’d probably get tired of being pandered too myself if I was crippled. Even so, she was definitely assuming the worst. Apparently she’d seen a lot, though it was believable enough considering the bairn had plenty of evident scarring on the outside, and scars like that often had emotional scarring tied to them, if I understood scars. She asked for help at the end of her wee rant, anyway, making her original point a bit null.
“Aye,” I nodded, “Whole hall still haes plenty of rooms. A’m Hlaing Muireall Tamboli, by the way. Me mum calls me Moira, an’ me dad calls me Hlaing, though ye’re welcome tae find some ither nickname if ye like. Say, ye seem like a nice neighbour. Wad ye like tae get a room next tae one another?”