[h2][color=PaleGreen]Rathel[/color][/h2]
Khan was furious as expected. 

Rathel knew it whenever he tapped into the connection they both shared. He also acknowledge exactly where his demonomancer, currently talking with Ovak and it seemed to make his fury at his demon fade. Something that made the demon become relieved that the archmage could temper such anger, deciding it was best to avoid the pair for the present time. Just because he was marked and enslaved to another mage, didn’t mean he had to check on Khan when he didn’t need it. It was one of the few negative things about being a demon as he had no free will after he willingly bound himself to Khan. His mind flickered back to when the Eysire was so young and foolish during the time, enough to risk dying just gain his power to help his brother. A misguided notion that caused him to feel pity for the road Khan was traveling down. The guilt was the biggest factor driving Rathel to create a loyalty and hope to prevent his mage from swirling down the very same path. 

It was a full time job and well done until recent events when Rathel allowed his own passions and pride wash over his responsibilities. A terrible and regretful thing that was bound to happen some day. He only wished it was sooner rather than now, mind filled with Kudd’s little, dark gift and fratting slightly over the repercussions of it. Most the students and teacher body was left in the dark about the matter but was that really best? Rathel’s heart felt it wasn’t his place to decide that.

His feet sensed movement  as Grey’s body shifted upon the bench, his weight unsettling the normal stillness and giving the demon a vague notion of size. A large human, likely the most recent guardsman, Grey Onyx. He tapped into the feelers on his face to scent the hormones lingering in the air. The man’s current mood was easy to determine, depression, as the diagnosis surface to Rathel’s mind. [color=palegreen][i]Well, that won’t do. [/i][/color] he thought and shifted closer to the gaurd. 

[color=palegreen]”Reminiscing over your run with Zaad? I thought Lucilia would’ve fixed that window by now, don’t you?”[/color] Rathel spoke, gently, to stir casual chatter. Getting to the problem’s root always needed a gentle and firm touch, though never a hurried one.  


[h2][color=Pink]Lyn[/color][/h2]

Lyn held onto Ssarak tightly, her little arms wrapped in much needed comfort and drawing what warmth she could from him. His hug helped melt away the anxiety, pain and worry for a brief moment. It made her realize that above everything she could ask for, she just wanted things to be alright. That was most important to her because nothing seemed to be. Right now, tension and hurt feelings threatened to drown her and there was nothing she could do to fix it. The realization was painful to her most of all. That she had caused this misery, something she regretted the moment she asked Lucilia to put her into that cart. 

She left go when Ssarak stood upright again, his words requested Alaira to take her back to her parents. It was met with aggression toward the Esyire as Alaira stepped forward and shoved him light, making Lyn’s eyes widen in surprise and shock. Did she do something to make her Aunt angry at Ssarak?  Was it because she hugged him? Unsure what had caused the hatred toward the male, she watched Alaira growl causing Lyn’s arms wrap about herself to keep from touching anyone. Without much warning or time to grab her basket, she felt herself scooped and held in Alaira’s arms on the way through the door. 

Lyn looked back at the gift basket left behind until it vanished, their exit made quickly.  Her mind reached with sorrow and confusion in her head, speaking a single phase that she hoped out make everything better towards Ssarak. [color=pink][i]I’m sorry for getting you in trouble with Alaira…[/i][/color] 

In moments they were gone, walking outside the hallway a distance before she was held out enough to look Alaira in the face. When her aunt asked her where she wanted to go, she didn’t think it was wise to tell she wanted to get her basket and instead looked at her with worry. It was clear she was worried, blaming herself for what happened back in Lucilia’s office, then gestured yes. The idea of making shapes in the clouds might put her aunt into a better mood and apologize for what she did wrong.