At Tristan's invitation, desiring to finish resting from his run, Dactrin took her offer and sat down next to her. Reflexively he began stretching is legs after his run, slowly leaning in to one leg, the other tucked in close to his body. "Nice to meet you Tristin. I'm Dactrin. Yeah, I thought you looked familiar I just couldn't remember your name. We never really spoke during class." He paused, a slight look of guilt sweeping across his face. He looked to his shoe as he leaned closer in to his stretch. "Yeah, I'm taking Daemonology again. Hunting is an area I'm trying to perfect and understanding the fundamentals and intricacies of daemons is vital to my success." He looked like a jock but definitely didn't speak like one. Dactrin looked back to Tristan as her daemon corrected her for apologizing for being a TA. "I agree," he said softly, looking to Sierra then back to Tristan. He straightened his back and bent his legs up, resting his arms on his knees. "It doesn't matter if you TA in a 'way' that the class doesn't like. As long as you're following the curriculum and supporting the education, how does it matter you do it?" He made it clear he would be an ally for her in class should anyone speak out against her. 

Beau, who had fallen quiet and was listening to the conversations, turned to look to Sierra as she brought her attention to him. As she bowed in greeting he lowered his head a bit for his bow in response. "Beau, miss" he responded in his deep voice. "Pleasure to meet you Sierra." At her question he thought for a moment. His past was something he hadn't thought about in a long time but both past and present he had traveled many miles and through numerous cities before he came to Dactrin. This was the longest he had ever stayed in one place before and it was only because of Dactrin. Both in part because he wanted to help Dactrin through school and to keep him out of trouble, such as wandering off on his own to find Livala, and he enjoyed his company; it was a bond so natural it felt strange to break away from. "I've traveled many places, we very well could have crossed paths. You'll have to excuse my memory though, it's something of my past I don't often think of anymore. How long have you been with miss Tristan?" he asked Sierra.

Dactrin had already turned back to Tristan. He didn't need to listen in on Beau's conversations. As their daemons conversed Dactrin looked to Tristan as she asked him a question. "The weather is perfect" he agreed, glancing around and then lifting his face to the sky. The sun was already creeping up the blue sky and warming them, a soft breeze blowing through the grounds. He looked back to Tristan. "I'm actually quite ready for school to start. I don't have any family so waiting out the Holidays is rather difficult. I'm ready to start classes, to start learning. I spent my summer here and mostly focused on my workout and fitness routine and studying. I'm in my second year but I've already begun some third year course work." He was a strange oxymoron, looking like a muscular jock on the outside, but his actions showing his true passion for studying and learning. Even though he was an intelligent young man, his motives were still pulled by his secret desire for revenge. Dactrin asked her "what about you?"