[color=pink][h2]Lyn [/h2][/color]

Lyn’s eyes lit up at the sights while in Hysteria, her mind oogled at the street performers as they performed a wide assortment of acts from dancing to sword tossing. Tenderly she held the flower in her hand and leaned over the wagon edge, entranced by every movement while it played out. The streets were filled with so much activity she found it difficult to stay very still within the cart now that the mission’s danger was over. At the sight of a fire spitter, she squealed in excitement and pointed it out to Ssarak, Meirn, and Alaira with girlish enthusiasm. Her eyes brighter than day in her excitement, her mind trying so hard to behave, though part of her wished her parents could see it. 

At the thought of mom and dad, her head slouched into her crossed over arms with a depressed look. She came to realize she missed them more and more over the days causing her to think often of them. Maybe leaving, she concluded, wasn’t the best idea anymore. Thankfully the trip home was much faster since the Scarlet Traveler offered the ride back. 

It seemed since her first disappearance, most her companions, especially Mei, refused to let her escape their sight for very long. Each time she did, she was immediately called out for and discovered before she could explore very far. This happened several times until they traveled home, making the trip less fun in her mind, as she fell asleep to the cart’s rocking motions. 

The next time she woke, they were once more at the college and she was being carried by Alaira toward the infirmary. Her eyes shifted to look the half elf in the face and tilted her head, her face filled in curiosity over why she was being carried there. It wasn’t long before her question was answered when she spotted her mother, sleeping, within one of the medical beds farthest away from everyone. Her father looking upset at her side while slumped within a chair. Immediately the child wiggled and pulled to be let down, stopping only when Alaira put her there. At being free, she bolted for her father’s side to squeeze his strong body against hers, hoping to ease his pain some. Letting the hug last a bit longer, she pulled back to gesture at what was wrong with her mother. Her eyes stared at her father for the answer in held breath and hoped it wasn't anything serious.     

[color=lightsalmon][h2]Mar [/h2][/color]

Mar couldn’t move, the venom within her body freezing her ability much like her own. Only her mind was able to reach her beyond the senses of hearing, seeing, and touch. Something was wrong. Dead wrong and she couldn’t scream a warning to anyone, merely let it stew until she was able to move again. Emotions, stronger than they should’ve been, bubbled inside her heart and felt ready to burst into pieces at the slightest touch. Unlike the numerous other times, she was fully aware of her weakness and surroundings, unable to push aside the shame filling her when her pride started to crumble. 

Though she wasn’t among Naga, the shame was still the same. It wasn’t until a few hours later that she could start to feel her limbs able to move again though she hadn’t uttered a word since her awakening. Merely stared down at her hands folded within her coils and seek words that eluded her for the longest time. Althalus likely expected her to shout, whack or something violent but those actions were often fueled in a strange way by love. A fact she cared too much to make her words punctuated by actions just to make sure he understand how angry she was at his carelessness. Not this time however. The naga’s words rippled through her at first like water but soon pain followed the longer she realized it to be truth.

 You don’t lie to those you loved. 

It was a haunting, decaying feeling to bare hearing them over and over in her head. She hadn’t even touched her meal,  not that she needed it, while she fought over what to say. At Lyn’s arrival, she was momentarily spared from it and her head turned to see her daughter rush to her father’s side. It was in that moment, the similarities stood out. Lyn was certainly her father’s daughter. 

Her eyes flickered to Alaira. She sized up the half elf’s body language, something she was good at, which concluded something was wrong. Her eyebrow raised to silently asked the biped what was wrong though it might’ve been easily missed. Alaira had been use to Lyn’s lacking speech ability but Mar’s could’ve been another matter, unlike Althalus who had learned to read her like a book.