[h3][color=pink] Lyn, Orchard [/color][/h3] 

[color=pink] “I’ll have to try harder next time. I love seeing you out and in the twilight. Especially when you’re having fun with friends.”[/color] Lyn stated with smile, the gesture warming the edges of her face deeply. Her eyes twinkled with happiness at seeing her uncle interact with people beside her mother and herself. He deserved it as much as her mother did. Even if she didn’t seem to agree and spent most her time mopping in the den. Lyn’s thoughts drifted to her father and hoped he was at least managing to get mother out of bed.

Letting the thoughts slip through her attention, Lyn’s head tilted back in surprised and blinked. She was unsure how to answer his question. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head before uttering the first thing that came to mind. [color=pink] “What made you think I was causing trouble? I thought I was usually well behaved...most of the time. ”[/color] 

Her smile curled into a wicked teasing one while her arms curled upon her hips, pretending to be insulted. Her uncle would naturally know she wasn’t seriously upset or hurt thanks to the expression she wore. 

[h3][color=goldenrod]Khan, Courtyard[/color][/h3]

[color=goldenrod] “It’s called a demon. Some call it possession as demonomancers are at highest risk of it due to their blood magic. It could even happen to me if I’m not visual and keep my demons under control. It is more rare for masters to fall to such tricks by their demons and usually only because they allow issues to build, giving the demons a foothold into the mind for manipulation.”[/color] Khan answered while he eyed Rurik’s cart coming into view, his horses snorting with the weight. It seemed he had made quite a profit this round around and purchased numerous bone artwork from the few remaining Naga.

Noting that Ssarak was growing uncomfortable with the conversation topic, he allowed it shift toward another of the student's’ choice. He noted the look exchanged between Meirin and himself, wondering if she felt the same fear of him. Tyrael and him were not as different as most people thought. They both kept secrets to protect others, both demonomancers, and held leashes to some powerful creatures that should never have walked the earth. The most obvious difference was how they handled their own issues resulting in how people viewed and connected to them, sealing their roles with in this world. His thoughts he kept to himself however, not wanting to upset either of them over a debate turned sour. 

Amary nodded. “Yes, it was and is. I’m disappointed in the half demon’s actions and it has created...stress between us. As for recovery, the Naga have survived nearly being wiped out before when the world was new and creatures like yourself were rising into existence. Just like then, we’ll move on and stride to overcome the challenges. It merely takes time. If you, or the others, are ever within our lands than know you’ll have rights to wander freely.”