[i][b][center]Tyrael Marchrosias[/center][/b][/i]

Mulling on Uicle's words Tyrael was slowly beginning to lose interests in the demonstrations. Honestly speaking, he's been at the college long enough to know what most of the teachers are capable of. He wished he could head to the forge and just start making weapons again. Even if he doesn't have any orders, he wants to just forge a blade for his own whim. It's been too long since he made a weapon for himself. Everything he's made these past few months were weapons and armor made to order by various villages and factions around the world. But if he could spend at least one night just making a weapon for himself, that would help strive off this mind-numbing boredom.

A distraction is what Tyrael needed, but he didn't want to get into trouble either. He just wanted to do anything that wasn't this. As he lazily scanned the room, Tyrael spotted the figure of Lyn with Leith. This was his ticket out. Without giving the others a chance to speak Tyrael stood up. [b]"It appears that Lyn has been separated from Mar. I will bring her back to her."[/b] And off he went. Tyrael managed to get to Lyn before she found anyone else, and he quickly took her into his arms. He took off his helmet first of course; he didn't want to scare her after all. Looking at Leith, Tyrael was still questioning his intentions. Almost immediately Tyrael's possessive instincts called out to lash at Leith, but Uicle's words managed to reign these feelings in before they became anything. Breathing deeply, Tyrael tried to make the active effort of playing nice. [b]"Thank you... For watching over her... Calder. Enjoy the feast. Oh. And I have things to ask you when I am available. Important things pertaining you and me."[/b] Tyrael was of course referring to Leith's Falling. Now that he thought of it, it would prove to be an educational experience for his students to see what Falling looks like first hand, and what they'd be expected to do once they grow strong enough.

But that was something for the far future. Right now Tyrael wanted to get out of the feast, taking Lyn with him. Of course, Tyrael didn't head straight to Mar. As soon as he was out of the dinning hall, Tyrael decided to spend some quality time with Lyn, his essential godchild. While most people are attending the feast, there were plenty of other activities this night to entertain guests of all ages. Games, contests, and tests for various prizes large and small. Simple games for snacks or bigger gambles for large sums of money or magical items. Tyrael put Lyn on his shoulders, allowing her to hang on tight while also getting the best view of the festival around her. [b]"Before we see your mother, Lyn, let me show you around the festival. There is more to the feast than simply eating in the grand hall. Many merchants have come to play games and give prizes. Which do you want to do first?"[/b]

[color=crimson][i][b][center]Lucilia Riovas[/center][/b][/i][/color]

After her demonstration Lucilia returned to her seat with grace and poise, though in truth she was exhausted. She had used a lot of mage blood for trivial tasks, but it was all part of the show. At least she wasn't Satori, he was actively maintaining an entire symphony by herself. Lucilia wanted Satori to at least have her students help her, but she was adamant on doing it solely by herself. At least she had some ethers to keep her going, but Satori was certainly going to hurt for the next few days. Lucilia simply began to drink her "Red Wine"(Actually blood) quickly and in large quantities, allowing her to regain control over herself before her blood-lust could make her do something crazy. Still, Lucilia doubts she'd be able to do an encore.

Lucilia continued to drink well into the match between Val and Lidda. Lucilia had made a bet with Justine that Lidda would come out on top, but due to the indecisive nature of the match neither won, much to their disappointment. Feigning interests Lucilia than heard Grey quietly inquire to her about the vanity of her fellow teachers. She couldn't help but smirk herself. If she was allowed to fight, she too would have adopted a dramatic persona just to rile up the crowd. [color=crimson]"It's not often we get to show off our abilities. We're compensating for something."[/color] Of course Lucilia was just joking, though little did she know a certain few teachers truly did question their abilities. Lucilia herself would occasionally wonder if she had reached the glass ceiling of her own magic. It's why she's turn to business and industry instead of research on her own magic; she simply feels that this is all she can do, and it's not quite that impressive compared to what everyone else is capable of.

But that was not something she wanted to think about now. This was suppose to be a festive moment, not a time for introspective philosophy. After Lidda and Val was Ghell, who showed off his Weaving magic by creating spiritual animals through his movements. They were a facsimile of life, but that didn't change the sheer amount of power he was putting out to create a veritable zoo of creatures woven together with his magic. Absent mildly, Lucilia wondered if Meirin was capable of these sort of feats yet. [color=crimson][i]"Hue. I'm sure she's still splashing around water."[/i][/color] Ghell's demonstration came to an end and soon it was Uicle's turn. His demonstration was decidedly simple, less than five minutes really. He simply moved souls into suits of armor. Craig had a more impressive display, but Lucilia couldn't help but feel disappointing in Uicle. While everyone had exceptional abilities, Lucilia felt he could have tried to make his demonstration more entertaining. But that wasn't for her to decide, as much as she wanted to. There weren't many other teachers left, but one thing was on her mind that made her nervous.

Ovak. Lucilia still doesn't know what he's doing here or what he wants. She did her best to ensure that the demonstrations went by peacefully. For the most part she's also made sure the various factions in the college have been behaving. She had to call the hammer down in Underhaven when she received word of some major violence going on, and the place was now under careful watch to ensure no one else decides to impale someone. However she was also worried about his health. She still has no idea how Ovak is so spry, and fears when he'll stop. Shifting closer to Grey Lucilia subtly tugged on his axe, trying to get his attention. [color=crimson]"Grey, did you get my bag?"[/color]