Ashil was quick to disembark, not wanting to risk any more accidental conversations. The sun didn't hurt his eyes, but he squinted anyway just to spite it. Childish? Inane? Definitely. Did it gain him a little mental check mark from Apep? It sure did, and that made it worth it. A little make up for the incident with Evera. What [i]did[/i] aggravate him was the ghost-boy's voice as he explained the process of entering the school. At first, Ashil didn't pay attention, and was surprised to just see a well there. But as Taiyo went on, he connected the dots, though it didn't relieve any of the surprise. 

All of the sudden, the creep, Phobetor, dashed past them all, and without a hint of hesitation it seemed, dove into the well. He was stunned, blinking and looking around as if to see if the shadowy boy was actually still among them. He wasn't. It wasn't such a bad idea, really. People were still filing out or listening to Taiyo, and he did [i]not[/i] want to wait in a line with this people. No more conversations until he'd had time to formulate a truly villainous demeanor. 

So, he followed suit a few moments later, though with a bit more dignity. He strode forward, making sure the bind in his hair was secure, and then fluffed the side out a bit. He stepped up onto the lip, and then, looking down into the dark, fell. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander as he fell. The darkness was not the same as the "nothingness" he met Apep in, but he still almost expected to see the evil being's eyes. Then the gravity seemed to shift, and at first he didn't even notice it. He'd spent much of his time in places like that, where directions were varied from moment to moment, and it wasn't until he was making momentum-rushed steps out of the gate did he realize there'd been a change. 

He didn't ponder it long, however. At first, he noticed Phobetor, and was already making moves to stand away from him when he took notice of the elephant in the room. His mind screamed with rage in the primordial serpent's tongue as Ashil looked up at the lighted figure. No, oh god, no. Already, it was here; the antithesis to everything he was and would be. He hunched, low, slinking back a few steps, an audible hiss leaving his teeth, but he couldn't pry his eyes away from the god. What fear he had felt with Andrew before was nothing compared to the shear, furious panic that rushed in his veins, and glued his feet to their spot on the ground. To any onlookers, it might appear odd that he was hunched, but there wouldn't be much out of the ordinary, he wasn't about to make a scene now, and risk drawing the light's ire. Without a doubt, he was in the house of the enemy.