Lyra smiled and nodded, "Fine by me - I just grew up around the bigotry, so I was pretty used to it.  No biggie - I wouldn't hide it even if somebody wanted me to.  I love what I am," She said with a big grin, "It makes me who I am."  The girl nodded decisively as her tail waved behind her back.  "If you guys don't mind, I'd really, [i]really[/i] appreciate the chance to take a shower," She said, seeing as nobody seemed in any hurry to get in.  

"Maybe you can see what the guys wanna do later, Ulyssa?  I mean, this place is full of things to see and do, right?  Tired or not, if we sleep now, we won't be able to get to bed tonight..."  She nabbed a towel from her bag and a couple articles of clothing before slipping away and into the restroom.  Shortly after, the sound of water filled the room and within minutes, the steam was softly drifting from under the door and out of the bathroom window.  A pleasant tune filled the restroom too as Lyra hummed one of her favorite songs, quickly losing herself in her mind and the comfort of hot running water and soap.

Owyn rolled his eyes behind their lids, trying to fall asleep...  He found that his muscles were too tired and simultaneously restless and his clothes too dirty to comfortably get to sleep.  He pushed himself out of the bed and shook his head in agitation as he began to unpack his things into half of the empty drawers and closet space left for him, giving Soren the rest.  He and Voyd didn't speak much as he folded or hung each of his articles and put them away.  The door opened and a white haired young man entered, a rather intimidating robed warrior with a bladed rifle over his chest, on hand holding it steadily pointed at the ground.  He didn't even acknowledge Owyn, looking to Voyd.

Voyd grinned and got up from the floor, where he'd moved to read his book for a bit.  "Bro, I woke up this morning and you were already gone, why the Hell didn't you get me?  I wanted to go hunting too!"  He exclaimed, offering a hand.

Aero smirked and shook his head, grasping Voyd's forearm tightly for a moment in response, "You're a showboater - I was taking care of myself today.  We get enough time in training together, I gotta make sure I don't get too reliant and rusty, you know that."

"Anything good?"  Voyd asked, releasing his grip and crossing his arms.

Aero shrugged, "Pretty moderately sized Nevermore and a couple of fodder, but nothing else with wings or claws large enough to seem exciting.  Felt good enough though," He stated matter-of-factly, stretching out a bit before pulling his rifle off over his head and removing his katana from its port.  He placed the gun carefully on a rack and adjusted the blade to its full length, setting it carefully on a pair of pegs on the wall directly over the rifle, in a sheath.  "What'd you get up to?"

"Some light reading," Voyd said, showing his book before tossing it to his bed.  "We got new guys - one just left to get some food.  Bit of a snarky loner - like you with an attitude.  Or more like you if your bark was worse than your bite...  And fold-and-stow over here.  Owyn, right?"  He asked, quirking an eyebrow at their new roommate.

"Yeah, hey," He said, waving a hand.

Voyd lowered his voice and leaned toward Aero, "He's a bit of a diva, too."

"Shut up, geeze!"  Owyn said, slamming a drawer shut as he finished putting everything inside of it.  "Oh my god, do you ever just...  Not act like the coolest shit since the North Pole? I've known you for like twenty minutes and that's all you've sounded like."

Voyd put his hands up and feigned fear, "Oh, whoa whoa whoa there guy...  Calm down a bit - you were the one who came here not acting friendly.  I assumed you were treating others how you wanted to be treated.  Give respect to get it, bub," He stated, rolling his eyes, "Now quiet down, I got some reading and Aero...  I dunno, what've you gotta do, bud?"

Aero shrugged, "Eat."  The fighter grabbed his blade and belted it to his back - he never left without at least one weapon, even if he was just headed for food.  Most students didn't.  At this point, they were all trained to expect anything at any minute.