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

[color=red]“You got meee…”[/color]  Kiara's response broadened Morgan's smile, instantly snuffing out the mild concern that she had somehow sensed his approach. Her smile was all it took for her to grab his attention.

[color=silver][b]"You know I'm always trying to improve,"[/b][/color] he said in answer to her question, but she had something for him this time. He watched in awe as she created, for her magic bore no mark of summoning, a water lily in what had previously been empty space. As Kiara tucked the flower into his hair, Morgan felt the blood rush swiftly to his face and neck. At this point, he didn't try to hide it from her. Not that he would have had much luck in the water.

As all good things do, the moment came to an abrupt end. Most of those things don't end in fiery explosions though. Beyond Kiara, Morgan could see the flaming tree in the distance and let loose a heavy sigh. Before she could really request his help with it, he had started for the shore.

Grumbling more out of annoyance at the interruption and the other student's lack of control than any real anger, Morgan pulled himself from the lake and expelled the water from his clothing with a flick of is wrist. Rather than dispersing it, he drew it and water from the lake into his hands until he carried an orb about the size of an average beach ball. Following Kiara, he balanced it carefully until they reached the blazing tree. She began to shout, but the offending student lashed out with a wave of fire. It didn't even take a moment of thought for the Warlock to intercede, guiding the orb of water with his will to catch the spilling flames. With the cool detachment he maintained to work his art, he guided the water up into the blaze to begin to quell it. Where water met fire and steam was created, he captured the vapor as well to smother the flames.

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

While Dominic prepared breakfast, Lyla retreated briefly to her room to dress for the day. Most of her clothing items were unique in either shape or material, for her to be better able to tell them apart. Denim shorts would do for today, along with one of her various t-shirts. By the thickness of the fabric, she judged it to be the sky blue one. A pair of simple leather sandals had her properly attired, and she returned to the little kitchenette where food had just been set out.

[color=mistyrose][b]"Thank you,"[/b][/color] Lyla said as she took the chair Dominic pulled out for her, offering him a smile as she sat. Her fingers trailed lightly over the tabletop until coming into contact with a fork, which she picked up carefully as her roommate let loose some of his curiosity.

[color=mistyrose][b]"I don't mind at all, honestly! I was spliced with a Flying Fox, a type of bat. It gives me an advantage a lot of other blind folk don't enjoy. The wings don't help too much yet, but the doctor says they're continuing to grow as I age. I've been able to glide a short distance for a little less than a year,"[/b][/color] the Splice explained as she took up the cutlery. Her wings shifted slightly when she started talking about them, a nervous reflex, and she could feel her shirt shifting around them. Like most of her clothing, it had been cut to accommodate them.

[color=mistyrose][b]"Tea or hot chocolate will be fine, I'm not supposed to have coffee for some reason. Thank you for making breakfast, Dominic."[/b][/color]

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