[color=silver][h3][center]Morgan Selwyn[/center][/h3][/color]

Morning found Morgan at his sanctuary once more, silently meditating in front of his altar. His sanctuary had grown somewhat in the short time that he had been attending school, in more ways than one. The surrounding flora seemed slightly lusher than the rest of the wilds, as though they had already seen a season of growth. His presence in the space had grown as well. A hollow in a pile of stones sheltered a small chest with a few books in it, and the painting Kiara had made for him hung from a low branch in a glass frame. To anyone with a sense for magical auras, the general area had built up a field of calm, gentle power. Morgan practiced here daily, and as a result he was better able to move and shape energy, and use his magic more efficiently within his sanctuary.

Over the break, he had spent a lot of time at his sanctuary and the lake downriver from it. A smile touched Morgan's face as he stood, remembering many evenings spent in the company of a certain faerie. He wondered if Kiara would be at the water's edge that morning, and decided to let his steps guide him in that direction. The river itself would serve as a path as well as packed earth, and would allow him to coax some speed from the waters. Almost without thought, he started through the familiar routine he used to practice control of his magic. Soon, the idler portion of his mind began to ponder what the new semester would bring in each class.

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[color=mistyrose][h3][center]Lyla Warren[/center][/h3][/color]

Doors opened and closed several times, and the general sounds of unpacking and sorting away belongings sounded through the otherwise silent apartment. On the other side of her door, Lyla didn't stir an inch. Not even the loudest sound her roommate could have caused while he unpacked did not rouse her. It was only several minutes after he had finished that the Splice awoke to the jangling of an old-fashioned wind-up alarm clock. A feather pillow knocked the clock to the floor with a loud clunk, and it ceased its obnoxious noise. The idea was for the clock to help her get up in time for class, but so far it had only managed to make her grumpy when she finally showed up.

Today, though, the slender girl dragged herself from her bed and stood up to stretch and yawn. Something about the space was different, and she could feel it even if she couldn't feel it. Wearing only an oversized t-shirt that she slept in, she padded across the floor to the door of her room, beginning to hum softly as she slipped through it. The furnishings of the common area were largely unchanged, but had been shifted slightly as though nudged in passing. A small sound, paper on paper, caught Lyla's attention and her ears swiveled towards the door to the other bedroom. It seemed that her roommate had been bringing some new things in, probably the equipment he had been waiting on. Smiling, she strode over to his door and knocked softly on it. While she waited, she scratched at the back of her left calf with her right toes.