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[h1]Barachiel[/h1]
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Barachiel gently put his flute away after the song had ended and looked over at Lazarus. He shook his head causing rainbows to bounce through his hair. [color=lightblue]"Of course. I'm always more then happy to play"[/color] a smile spread on his face before he quieted down and listened to misty. He blinked. He seemed to process her words then blinked again.

[color=lightblue]"Perhaps you haven't had enough practice"[/color] to him fighting was a necessary knowledge. To survive you had to know [i]something[/i] he thought through the pupils he was helping...purely by looks since names did not seem to be his forte. [color=lightblue]"Would you be willing to try training with me? If you're more supportive you will know for certain rather quickly"[/color]

He seemed to stare through her as he spoke that sentence. Deep blue eyes swirling with mystery, but also the want to help. Fighting was still ingrained with him...even if he was impartial he did want to help somehow. And teaching someone how to fight was his way of doing so.

He was still sitting, but he seemed more upright now. His wings more folded then they were previously giving him a more focused impression. Though he was more curious of her answer. His state intent on her as if trying to figure her out before she said anything. He was also somewhat trying to figure out if she was more support.