Soaring (BTS KTH FF)

02. The Violet Quarters ~

It took five whole minutes for Caren to convince Miok to get out of the elevator.

Then she'd frozen again, having a mild panic attack about meeting her role-model-slash-hero. This took another half-an-hour to coax her into moving towards the dorms. It was surpising to Caren herself that the girls action wasn't irritating her to the point of snapping. If anything, Miok's panic attack was a great source of amusement. Because she could understand what meeting Namjoon for the first time would be like.

You don't even need to be a Rider or part of the faculty to know his name.

"Miok, he's the kindest person I have met in this entire faculty. I'm sure he won't bite." Caren asssured the girl in a soft voice. Her hand rubbed up and down Miok's back, hoping to relax her. She was too stiff and rigid. Walking mechanically, as if it physically hurt to take one step after the other.

"Him being kind isn't the problem here!" Miok whisper-shouted, seconds away from tugging on her own hair. "He could be really rude and I wouldn't care.... it's just... what if he doesn't like me? What if I blunder this as I've been bluddering my full five years in the Academy? What if he thinks that I'm just another stupid human striving to play hero without knowing the stakes? I don't want to be another stupid human."

Through her entire rant she had managed to keep her voice low. Sure whoever they passed would have heard her insecurities, but everyone was too busy dealing with their own problem to care much.

Caren sighed as the pair took a turn towards a deserted corridor.

"Calm down there Miok-ah. You're Commodore didn't make a special request for you because you were incompetent. Commodore Namjoon must've thought long and hard before making such a decision. I've already explained to you that no one gets recruited into Sectors, much less Units, until they've already had their dragons." Caren said, pride seeping into her voice.... flying right over a panicking Miok's head.

"That still doesn't mean he has to like me, just my.... I don't even know." Miok said burying her face in her hands.

Stopping in front of a fifty foot, intricately carved double door, Caren turned to Miok. Grip gentle on the girls wrist, she pulled her hands away from her face. If Miok had paid closer attention, she would have been able to recognise the ruins carved on the door. Woven so gracefully with the vine-y/flowery pattern on the door, it wasn't possible to see unless you knew what you were looking for.

As it was, Miok was too distressed over her sudden situation to really pay attention to the door.

"Miok, listen to me." Caren told the girl in a firm voice that commanded to be heeded. Biting on her lip, Miok looked at Caren like a scolded child. If she weren't trying to drill something into the girls head she would have smiled at the absurdity of their current situation. For she herself did not understand why she was so compelled to make sure she was okay.

That had never happened before. Caren wasn't one of person to get friendly with potential recruits. Because passing the Academy wasn't enough to became a Rider. That took a lot of talent and luck. Also how good a Rider can handle their Dragon.

"Commodore Namjoon saw something special in you Miok, but you have to believe you have that something special for it to ever mean something. Now, stop fretting and straighten yourself. I've got a lot of work to get back to. We need to get this done so I can go attend to my job." The last part was said in a stern voice. Caren figuring what the girl needed was directions on what to do.

Besides, she had faith the girl will be fine on her own.

It wasn't like Caren hadn't read Miok's Academy records. Sure, she had her reservations at first, but now that she has met the girl. She couldn't think of anyone better fitted for the Violet Unit.