[b]Nolan Winters || On Train To Saint Valerius[/b]

[b]"Nolan, when we arrive, please tell me."[/b] She heard Ken say as the train really started going. She turned to see the male already leaned against the chair, his eyes closed. He always looked really peaceful like this. It was moments like this that made her wish they could go out like this more often. He needed the break from constantly having his guard up. Besides, that was her job. 

She resisted the urge to ruffle his hair, remembering her place. Not only was she his Knight but he was older than her. Where did she get off treating him like a kid? But... She sighed, leaning back into her own chair seated across from him. But that was what she wanted to be for him. The person he could act like a kid around. Then again, maybe she was being selfish. 

Nolan turned to look out the window, her eyes narrowing over the horizon as the trees quickly passed by. After a few seconds, she turned back to look at Ken, her eyes soft. She'd like to believe that it was only in these moments that she showed this, but even she knew she couldn't control when she did this. Eventually, someone would find out wouldn't they? 

Another sigh...

Nolan closed her eyes and willed the look in her eyes to go away. She didn't really care if they thought she was gay and into Ken, she just didn't want that image to hamper Ken's ability to deal with other Nobles. He was pretty charismatic but people could be mean, as they were. A very faint smile appeared on Nolan's lips as the train stopped and she yet again gave Ken another nudge.

[b]"Alright, sleeping beauty. Time's up."[/b] She told him, her voice deep from years of training. It would probably be harder to sound like a girl later on. She might not ever... sound like a girl again. Ignoring the thoughts, she focused on the task at hand, making sure Ken was awake and getting off the train. If they waited too long, the train would close up again and they'd have to wait out another round of it. Which... Didn't sound all too bad...

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[b]Cyrus Mitchell || Courtyard of Saint Valerius[/b]

[b]"Afternoon, Cyrus~."[/b] 

Cyrus straightened herself a bit at his snort, irritated with him both because of his tone and his way of dealing with her. He was a brat to say the least. She'd only known him a few weeks, but she already knew why her brother had attempted suicide. The guy was a pain to deal with. She watched, her anger rising, as he fell back against the grass.

[b]"Care to join me?"[/b]

[b]"You know very well that I don't really have a choice. You know..."[/b] She began, trailing off a bit as she thought about what to say. [b]"You know, I don't appreciate you laying out here in the open, ready for someone to attack you. Cat naps are all well and all, but you could get me expelled just by being out here like this. What if someone decided to take the opportunity to attack you? What would we do then? Oh, right. You'd just get a new Knight."[/b] She explain, not taking a single moment to catch her breath. It all spewed out like wildfire. It wasn't the first time she'd lectured him either and it probably wouldn't be the last.

She let out a loud aggravated sigh and sat down next to her spoiled prince with a 'Thump!' She glared out at the wall, trying not to hit the poor bastard. Definitely not something a Knight did to his Noble. Yeah, probably not. Still, she couldn't stop the scenarios running through her head. Images of Jon laying on the ground, begging her to stop hitting him.

...[i]Am I a sadist?[/i]

...[i]When it comes to this guy? And most of the kids here? Yeah, probably.[/i]