Shamsiyya wrote:St. Peadrus MacCallion High School, Grangemouth, Folaisia.Amongst all the students passing the entrance gate of the St. Peadrus MacCallion High School, one would also spot two girls definitely not looking like locals - or from Northern countries in general for that matter. It was prudent to assume, that they were from roughly the same area, and their quick chat shortly before entering in their respective mother tongue suggested, that they came from Shamsiyya, or her sphere of influence.
But that, aside from being around the same age, was pretty much the only thing they had in common.
Tabitha Maraoui had been born and raised in the (back then) uncertain environment of the Sultanate of Kashira, her Father, a soldier of the RKA, already having arrived in the Realm of the Deads, and possibly even Aaru, many years ago, during a peacekeeping operation in the east of the Sultanate. Her mother, a nurse, had been of the Kashiri minority in Shamsiyya and had returned there after her husband's death. Tabitha had still lived in Junaira, while her older brother Hassan now had to protect the Shamsiyyan embassy back in Kandaka.
This background had played into her personal interests a lot - she had a unique talent at languages and was quite interested in history, culture, and literature as well; hence, her world consisted of letters - no matter, whether from the Shamsiyyan or the Latin alphabet.
The other girl running around with a passport from the Federal Republic of Shamsiyya was entirely different in all reagrds. Nermin Yassiri was would one back home would call a
Fata Al'arqam, a Number Girl - and, aside from that, an 'IT nerd' and probably the next mad scientist one would hear of in some time. This was surely influenced by her own family background, for her parents ran a mining company and an IT company back home in Ninaoua.
Despite being polar opposites of one another, meeting a Shamsiyyan traveling to Folaisia was nothing one would see everyday. Thus, they continued babbling in their native tongue even when passing the gate.
Tabitha was the first one recognizing Amy Laoch of the Tribe of Dundalk, who was talking to other students now - but Nermin only needed a second longer. Granted, the reasons were different - as someone interested in history, Tabitha had, of course, watched
Flight on the Seven Wings, the famous movie about Selkie-Mercenaries during the 1614 Civil War in Kyrenaia, serving the Ilkhan of Utica. Nermin was more likely to remember the documentary on the Archipelago-Shooting, and judging by the pieces of conversation so far, she was reasonably famous due to both in these parts.
They hesitated only for a second, for Amy shouldn't be overwhelmed by being approached by too many fans - on the other hand, they all would spend an entire year in St. Peadrus, so they the moment of introduction was pretty inevitable.
They went and approached Amy and the two local students (or looking local, at least), their minds and tongues switching from Shamsiyyan to English.
"Mornin'!" - Tabitha said, grinning. "Looks like you're never entirely unknown, no matter where you go, eh?" - she said to Amy, but also spoke into the entire round of - so far - three. "I'm Tabitha. Tabitha Maraoui. Nice to meet y'all!" She bowed her head lightly.
As did Nermin. "I'm Nermin Yassiri. It's a pleasure to me!"