[h3][color=Chocolate]Ovak[/color][/h3] Ovak knew convincing Uicle had been a matter of logically outwitting the teacher’s stubborn sense. Something he was good at since his experience often had him outwitting much more difficult individuals and easily coax the grim natural golem maker into the role, one he was disappointed to say would’ve pushed Khan beyond his already stressed limits. Namely after the incident with the demons, the college’s relations were already tightly strained as it was. This meant the headmaster was under deep examination over every little detail he was involved. This included the opening feast, a usually joyous time, had become a bitter reminder of the students whose lives were lost during the slaughter. In remembrance to those who had fallen and bravely fought, twin banners were hung in their honor. A black dyed one for the fallen while a golden one hung for the fighters and volunteers, too numerous to give independent recognition to without ruffling more feathers. It was one of the changes Ovak was disappointed about though he hoped they would understand his plight. Folding his hands in his lap, his eyes slid to the room corner. He spotted the young Naga hybrid playing with Uicle’s metal golem gaurdian. Gregor, as Uicle fondly named the beast, woofed its heavy bark then lowered hunches to get the child to follow it. She giggled lightly and reached to pet the pup, her fingers traced the delicate engravings of fur designs upon his surface. There was a contented growl when the animal rolled over on its back, revealing its belly for her to scratched. Ovak’s sight lingered there for a moment. He pushed back the guilt at knowing the future possible challenges the child might face. Including a dark, grim fate she could end up dying before her life was complete. It was a terrible and unlikely fate, but a slim one nevertheless. Ovak inhaled softly then ripped his eyes away to spot Uicle glare at him, once more speaking in ancient Yarosmerian. He chuckled lightly in a thick, rich accent. [color=chocolate]” You do it well, Uicle. You and I both know what would happen if Khan had attempted this after all. Eania would never show and we’d suffer from lacking revenue or have to send a representative to broker the deal. Last I checked, the only one likely to be on good terms with them is myself as Lidda won’t deal with her father after all. Sadly, not all of us have a pleasant relationship with our families like yourself.”[/color] Naturally Ovak was subtly referring to the fact all of Uicle’s was dead and buried. [h3][color=lightsalmon]Mar[/color][/h3] Mar's eyes jerked open suddenly. Her breath was heavy and deep, her heart racing against her chest until it felt close to bursting. It rattled and shook, bruising the inside, as she was covered in a cold sweat. Her body shivering from the chill running up and down her spine made her feel abruptly ill, her guilt increasing within her chest over the images filling her head. Her dream, though it had ended, swirled about her mind’s focus like dark waters refusing to be ignored. Mar flickered out her tongue catching the dreadful, real scent of blood on it. Her arms scrambled to push herself upright only to spot the small swelling red drops where her nails had clawed into her own flesh. She stared at it for several moments, feeling the realization settle in her core and finally sooth her. It was just a dream. Mar took a deep inhale to calm herself. Her body flipped over to her back, the cloak that covered her made a crackling sound at being laid upon. It made her jump visibly and sit upright, turning her head back to see Athalus’ cloak. Sighing, she turned it over to spot the crumbled up paper pinned on back. Her eyebrow raised in question while she removed it carefully. Gently she examined the blank side and twisted it over, spotting the crude show of Althalus’ scribbles. He was often sloppy and messy in his markings when he was in a hurry. This along made reading, or attempting, rather hard even when he printed during their lessons. For the last few months, Althalus had ruthlessly insisted on teaching her to read rather than read the materials to her. Or allow her to struggle with the materials Lidda had given her. The vitamancer teacher had suspicions though she couldn’t prove it since the classes were mostly verbal and shown demostration than scrolls or books. She leaned back, sitting upright on her bed, to skim her finger over the letters. Mentally Mar was sounding out the letters and putting each word together. Bit by bit, after an hour of struggling with the messy handwriting, she managed to sound out the letter out. [i]I know you've been having nightmares. This is incase you have another while I'm gone. I have to go make sure Tyrael gets Lyn. I'll be back soon.[/i] Sighing, Mar used the useless parchment to dab at her wounds then crumble it and tossed it into the nearest corner. Gently she stretched her arms above her head and let her muscles feel that burning pull before she rotated on her bed top. Her tail slide down, starting to coil about to create a stable stand, as she pushed upright to stand. Mar groaned softly at feeling her body protest getting up. Her hair was matted to one side, likely Athalus’ fault since he tossed in his sleep and made her fingers tug a bit at the clustered knot at her head side. She had considered for a while to get it cut. Making grooming easier and less messy in the morning, but the actual action was stopped in its tracks. Her mind reflected on the sensation of Althalus’ hand parting her strains while he ran his fingers through her hair. It was a worthwhile feeling she enjoyed and the sole reason, at least she told herself, she couldn’t cut it. Her eyes gazed annoyingly at her image before she began the chore of detangling her hair. She was nearly down when there was a knock at the Den door, her hand set the brush down and body recoiled from the dresser while she moved across the room. Mar peered out her top portion into the stinging dawn. Her eyes flinched and her arm raised to protect her eyes from the red light, her sight spotted an armor individual standing outside her Den. Hiis figure gleaming from the red light while her vision adjusted. Her teeth bared in reflex and her eyes narrowed on the unwelcomed stranger. [color=lightsalmon]“Who in the Ravine are you?” [/color]She spat, her lips curled up in a deep set frown over the armored individual.