[h3][color=lightsalmon]Mar[/color], Den on College Grounds[/h3]

Deep within the Den, two large lumps were slumbering within the dim light. There was a sharp knock at the door which vibrated throughout the room and a soft protesting groan was heard as one of the lumps moved. It shifted and rumbled, a feminine hand snaked its way from underneath then flipped the top quilt off of her. It made a quiet thump and fell to the ground, her figure raised upright to gingerly sit upon the edge with feet dangling over. Mar was exhausted through her figure held a pleasant glow about it. It was enough to resent whoever was knocking at the door and forcing her out of bed. 

A loud snort was heard beside her. It was loud enough to draw Mar’s attention causing her to frown then reach her arm over, and thwack his covered lump hard with her hand. He snorted again increasing her irritation at his pretending. Narrowing her eyes, Mar huffed a little then completely gave up. They both knew he was faking merely to keep from raising from the warmth of the bed. Knowing someone had to answer the door or the knocker would persist in their need to get one of them, she collected her energy to push off the edge and onto her feet. At first Mar was wobbly. Her arm jerked back and gripped the bedpost, stopping her mid fall back into the bed. Adjusting her balance, Mar then padded slowly toward the Den’s entrance.  

Naturally the notion of clothing was still strange and never crossed her mind when she reached for the door. Her hand turned it and cracked it open enough to peer her head out, her shoulders and front leaning against the frame for support. While she had gotten better, she was still struggling with balance and coordination during a fight. It didn’t mean she wasn’t able to fight, it merely meant she wasn’t going to be at her best. This would put her at high risk should the mission she had signed up for but Mar didn’t care. She needed answers and it would be within Yarsomere she would find them. 

Inhaling, she then spoke to Leith. [color=lightsalmon] “Why am I not surprised? You realize you have bad timing and currently Althalus is still sleeping. I think he’s told you everything he knows about the strange mages we encountered a few months.”[/color] 

Her expression wasn’t pleased through her tone didn’t indicate outright anger. Instead it was more annoyance than any serious stress or fury, showing her lessons in taming her emotions becoming gradually better. She then moved back to allow the pale man into her room and casually walked back to the bed. She paused long enough to bend down and pick up one of Athalus’ boots, then tossed it right at his head’s direction.