[h3][color=Pink]Lyn[/color][/h3]

Lyn nodded her head, her body still being held by Alaira. Her arms clinged to the half elf and leaned heavily upon her guardian for the time being. However her belly refuse to rest. It grumbled and roared quietly, still needing something to satisfy it, while she tried to listen to Alaira and Lieth converse. The half elf seemed a little offish and this made Lyn’s head tilt in confusion. Did she do something wrong again? It was something, she realized, she was getting a bit too good at now a days. 

Not happy she had upset Alaira by inviting Leith, she bowed her head down upon Alaira’s shoulder. Her arms wrapped about  and held close as they walked to the kitchen. On approaching it, her stomach growled more ferocious causing her rub it in anxiety. Normally she would’ve asked mom to get herself to eat but seeing as she wasn’t in the best mood, Lyn has decided it was better to travel to the kitchens with Alaira and Lieth. Smells of cooking meat, soups and bread were wafting from the rooms where busy bodies were busting their asses for the morning meal. Often, the staff were overjoyed to see Lyn being brought in which resulted in her hands being stuffed with candied goods, sweet molasses bread, and other goodies that made her tummy less hungry. 


Shifting in Alaira’s hands, she gestured an idea in her head. She leaned over and pointed at the basket, a picnic one woven by reeds, then to the set of cheeses, breads, few cooling pies and other food delights made by the kitchen’s volunteers. Students were often suggested to ask before they took but no one ever got into serious trouble over swiping a few goodies here or there. It was grown within the school grounds for the most part by the students, both herbamancers and volunteers, that there was plenty for everyone.  
 


[h3][color=PaleGreen]Rathel[/color][/h3]

Rathel agreed but a gaping hole was just as bad, he head turned to note the serious and recollecting expression on the man’s face. Something was clearly bothering him though the joy seemed shortly lived. Though Rathel could’ve declined, making another suggestion, the demon wisely allowed the man to unburden himself. Much like Khan would do in the private of his study, the demon listening and digesting the following words. When the man finished, Rathel was silent. 

His eyes shifted to the window and seemed to trace the delicate work. His mind recalled when Khan was younger, his own worries and regrets nearly drove him on an unforgivable path. Though for some, redemption was far from easy. His mind drifted on the words some and what to say. 

   [color=palegreen]”That is strange, I will admit. I never did understand how you survive Heus, but then again, I wasn’t myself nor was Zaad. Personally, I like to think you were blessed by the Gods with an amazing gift and what you do with it is a responsible that is completely up to you. Instead of pondering on what you are, why not decide how you will control and use it? It’s natural to wonder and be fearful of the unknown, but don’t let it haunt you. Don’t let what you don’t know or understand define you. As far as I’m concerned, you are Grey. Not human, or something beyond mortal. Merely Grey. And to me, as well as many, that is all that matters.”[/color]

Trying to reassure the man, Rathel placed his talons on the man’s shoulder and gave him the most gentle look possible for his features.