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Saraswati Dhaliwal	Sep 5 2008, 11:22 PM
Posts: 3 Group: Members Member #16 Joined: Sep 2, 2008	Saraswati entered the dining hall in her Western-style gown of maroon with cream-coloured lace and embroidery, her long black hair neatly braided into a rope that fell down the center of her back, feeling just a little out of place. No, it wasn't just the fact that she had brown skin, so unlike the milk-white of the other girls, but it was mostly because she felt so awkward in such heavy, stifling materials. She didn't know how the other girls put up with all of it on top of the corset, which she refused to wear. Honestly, it was hard enough just to walk without having diffuculty breathing! She dearly missed the feeling of wearing her light, silk saris in all their bright colours. Although she did bring some with her from her comfortable home in Bombay, they didn't suit the weather here in England and people would only stare, anyhow. Well, she'd just have to deal with it, as her father had said. It was either that or go back to India and marry her fiancé. Not that she didn't want to marry him exactly. It just felt too soon, too sudden. So here she was. Saraswati glanced around the room. There weren't too many gathered here yet so the room felt rather empty and sparse. A curvy blonde young woman caught her eye - she was so well-dressed and had such a voluminous figure that she naturally caught one's gaze and refused to let go. She glanced around nervously. Well, her father did tell her to try to make friends and there was no better way than to try talking to someone. "Excuse me," she said, well aware of her Indian accent and her quiet tone of voice. "May I sit here? Or are these seats taken already?"
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Dinner: August 3rd · Dining Hall