Logan Delacroix was a model student. He kept up with his grades, he thrived in his music pursuits, and he was connected to other desirable presences, like Dorian Crawford-- who he was in Starlight Political Alliance with, and appeared to others as close friends with. They happened to now be boyfriends, as well, but Logan would have a heart attack if that was public information. He needed to keep up his perfect reputation to his church, not only the Academy. If his stepfather heard he was having dalliances with men… No, no. Logan had nothing to worry over. If he didn't seem to have it all together, to be the most respectable of types, a pretty little unicorn, he wouldn't have been asked to do this.
Her name was Étoile. It was French, his language and heritage, meaning star. She was a very new student, and under close protection. Logan hadn't been given the full details of the matter, due to a certain careful, careful confidentiality, but it was clear he was picked to help her for specific reasons. His status as a symbol of purity and acting so straitlaced was one of them, near her age was another, and perhaps being French was included in the package as well. Whatever the combination, he stood out. He didn't have many guidelines here, but those he did have, they were strict. Look out for her. Don't bring her to isolated areas. Simple. Very simple. He could follow those rules, couldn't he? Of course he could.
They were scheduled to meet after classes today. Nothing fancy, mostly introductions, though he'd help with anything needed, answer questions if she asked them. He was meant to serve as a safe companion, after all. A guide was one thing, but you also needed people to relate and talk to more comfortably, a proper friend. The meeting setting was in the courtyard, a nice late summer day, still warm but not dreadfully so. Logan had brought along the kind of little cakes you'd feature at a tea party in a lunchbox to offer to share with Étoile, and was sat quietly at a bench.
Étoile, Étoile, Étoile. What a lovely name. Would it be gifted to an even lovelier girl? There were little doubts in his mind that it had to be. Fate would be quite cruel to miss that chance. He knew it tended to have no mercy overall, but at the very least, it always had a sense of charm, and making sure things fit just right.
