Holding her right hand out to Night she gave a bright smile and hoped the girl would shake her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Night. I hope it's okay to call you Night, I do hope we will be friends." Emmalyn felt a pang of homesickness when she caught sight of her silver bracelet on her right wrist. The lights of the Great Hall danced upon it as she held her hand out to Night. It was only hours ago that her mother had given her the gift and said her goodbyes.