Experiencing Bloom (Closed for literary_goblin)

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Skylar Michaud carved a lazy arc around the flagpoles, long, graceful fingers grasping hold and hiking her backpack a little higher on one slender shoulder. She gave another pushing kick with her right foot, the pink, low topped sneaker a little smudged at the toe-the college student longboarding down the wide concrete walkway, breezing by most of the foot traffic despite an easy, controlled speed. She mostly used the battered, black and white, colorfully stickered longboard for transportation these days-though she imagined she could still pull a trick or two, if she felt like it.

Which she didn’t, at least not without a proper helmet. Currently though, she didn’t have any of her protective gear on-her long dark hair-stick straight- billowed out a little behind her and especially at the shoulders, and her elbows, knees, and hands all bare and lacking pads. The lithe bodied young woman was wearing a light blue skirt and a loose, white blouse tucked into the top, a light pink tanktop under that. It was certainly a slight step up from the jeans, leggings, and sweatpants a lot of students rolled around in, but no less casual seeming-the skirt had a bit too much flare, but a glance on a turn revealed there were matching light blue shorts underneath-a sporty skort rather than an actual skaters skirt.

It felt good to be back on campus, or at least-good to be back in the hustle and bustle of the some ten thousand students, because she hadn’t left the campus itself this summer break. No, she’d been skating through it all summer, had subleased a friend’s apartment while THEY went home for the summer. She had spent the break working and swimming and skating and okay, SOME studying for her upcoming courses. Her days in the sun had darkened her already dusky skin tone to a reddish brown tan, and all in all-it’d been a good summer, one she’d really enjoyed the freedom of solitude, for a while.

But hey, she liked when things were busy, too. Not everybody was comfortable in crowds, though-for the lost, that’d only make things more confusing...like the girl over there, holding one of those crappily photocopied campus maps and looking a little ‘fresh off the bus’. She remembered trying to make sense of that thing and reflecting on how different things looked from that long ago high school campus tour-and decided she ought to lend a hand if she could.

Skylar stopped pushing and let her right foot slide along the pavement to bring her to a stop, leaning back on the tail of her board and tipping it back into her body and waiting hand.

“Get turned around?” The twenty year old offered with a smile, her white teeth contrasting with mauve colored lips. Her dark eyes are warmly sympathetic as well as mildly curious, a helpful, lightly inquiring expression that was, above all-decisively friendly.
 
Naomi Clayton was overwhelmed. This was the first time she'd ever been this far from home alone, which already made her nervous. The flow of people seemed terribly impatient with her for being lost, knocking her out of the way several times, even though she was trying her best to stand aside while she tried to make sense of the fuzzy, badly-photocopied map in her hands.

Her parents had dropped her off yesterday. They were already uncertain about the wisdom of letting Naomi go to school so far from home, but the Religious History program here was unusual, and was one of the few programs they'd allow her to enter. It was a difficult choice - Naomi was an extremely bright girl, and everyone knew it would be a waste not to get her properly educated; their small religious community always needed more teachers. It wouldn't do for her to attend just any program, with the Godless teachings that were so rampant in liberal colleges these days, but this program seemed acceptable. Or, at least, it had, until a group of young men shouted something lewd at Naomi while she was bringing her suitcase into her dorm room.

Her parents had almost hauled her home, right then and there. She placated them by reminding them that it would be impossible to get a refund of her tuition, at this point, and by promising that she would call them if such behaviour continued. She argued that being able to endure and resist such behaviour made her faith even stronger. After all, it wasn't as thought she found such ridiculous behaviour tempting in the slightest.

She found lots of other things tempting, but she didn't need to tell her parents that. No doubt that would lead them to lock her away in her room until she was 30. Or married. Or both. Naomi really, really wanted a chance to experience something new. School honestly seemed like the only chance she was going to have to do that. Besides, she'd always tried so hard to be modest and appropriate - for example, for her adventure in getting lost, today, she'd chosen to wear a light, linen blouse - long sleeved and buttoned high - and a long skirt that fell to her ankles, with a pair of running shoes. It was truly as modest as she could manage, though her lovely hourglass of a body made it quite hard to hide away her temptingly feminine features.

And so that's how she ended up wandering through campus, totally lost. She hadn't really been given much of an opportunity to explore and find her classes. Too much of her time had been spent placating her parents. She was definitely going to be late. How embarrassing.

The gentle voice of a young woman sounded from behind Naomi, and she turned around in surprise. "Oh!" She offered the woman a smile, passing long, pale fingers through her fine, shoulder-length blonde hair. "Um, yes. I'm lost. Can you help me find the Elliot Building? I think I'll be able to find my way from there..."
 
“Hey, that’s actually where I’m heading-I’d be happy to show you where it’s at.” The longboard comes up, the tanned young woman extending an arm and using both to redirect some dude on his phone about to knock into both of them. He barely looked up as he turned just enough to shoulder the nose of it and keep going.

Skylar barely seemed to notice, too. Used to crowds. She turns to head in the direction she’d been traveling, just on Naomi’s left and only half a step ahead so they could talk. The lost girl definitely doesn’t look like she’s from around here. Maybe a Mennonite? Or Mormon-if so, she might want to meet her friend Sarah. Skylar files it away, it honestly might never be relevant-it’s a big campus.

“Most of the campus buildings are kind of set up on the edges of a square-if you ever get really lost, head to the edge and just walk along the street until you find the right sign-but for right now, we’re cutting through just as you were-it’s a lot faster.”

She held her longboard horizontally against her side, wheels pointed out away from her body on the side opposite Naomi. The glossy black bottom had a koi fish painted on it in delicate white lines, minimalist look that somewhat warred with the colorful stickers applied at the nose and tail, most depicting stylized animals.

“Are you a transfer or a first time student?” Skylar inquires, making conversation. “I transferred after a semester at community college, been attending here for about a year and a half. What class are you heading to in Elliot? Oh-” She shrugs apologetically, another friendly smile. “Sorry. My name’s Skylar, what’s yours?”
 
Naomi felt herself relaxing, calming in the presence of the bubbly, friendly young woman. She seemed so very certain of herself, it was difficult not to trust that she would get Naomi where she needed to go. Hugging her textbook to her chest, she let out a breath and offered the skater-girl a smile. "Thank you for helping me."

The instructions to go walk around the outside of the campus was helpful, and she peered out between the buildings to spy the road that ringed the campus as they walked. "That's really good to know. I'll keep that in mind."

"Oh, I'm a first-time student. My parents just dropped me off yesterday." She looked around, pursing her lips. "I, um, don't think I've ever seen so many crowds before..." She paused. Oh, that probably made her sound unbearably sheltered. A blush touched her cheeks at the realization. Ah, she didn't want to make a bad impression on the first fellow student she met!

But, the girl didn't seem to mind, really. She continued to ask bright, friendly questions, apparently eager to learn more about Naomi.

Ah, her name was Skylar. Naomi returned her friendly smile with a shy one of her own. "I'm Naomi. Nice to meet you. I'm, um, taking a history course in the Elliot building. I'm a history major, with a specialization in religious history. This one is the history of Christianity." Because of course it was. Her mother would never hear of her learning about those other heathen religions. "You said that you were taking a class in the Elliot Building too? What class?"
 
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