[centre][b][h1][color=lightblue]Sasha[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]

Sasha looked up from the bar at the sound of Lazarus voice, a smile forming even as she did, and she looked over to him. Her smile faltered, slightly and she bit her lip, uncertainty filling her, and she glanced away. She knew Lazarus always had doubts about himself, and...maybe about them. As Mithera approached Lazarus, Sasha slid off the stool, and moved through the hall, to the stairs, making her way to her room. Despite the fact that it was clean, it had a stale air to it, of a place that hadn’t been lived in for a little while, and she flung the window open, bowing her head, eyes clenched tightly closed. 

She didn’t know if she could deal with those doubts, not right then. Not with everything that was going to happen, not with...not now. She didn’t know if she was strong enough, for the both of them, if she could be strong enough for Lazarus. She drew in a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She pushed away from the window, her eyes swimming with tears, but she didn’t let any fall, instead she let them roam over the few photos on the wall that she had, of those she loved and cared about. Some where of those she had lost. Her mother, and father. Her little brother. Others were of those closest to her, Lazarus and Penny. 

On a shelf near the photoss, was a collection of trinkets. Not wanting any to get broken on her travels, especially the fish that Mayt had given her, what seemed like so long ago, when...was it only a year? It seemed so much longer. So much had changed. So much was going to change. Had anything stayed the same? Sometimes Sasha wasn’t too sure. An unfinished painting sat on an aisle, by her bed, and for a moment Sasha was struck with an overwhelming sense of...fear. For a moment, she knew that she wouldn’t call this room home for much longer. It had sheltered her, for years. It had given her a place to grow, to find who she was. 

But it wasn’t a room for a family.

Sasha lay a hand on her belly, clutching it slightly. Her child. She could be strong for her child. She needed to be. She was doing everything for her child. There simply wasn’t anything she could do less. Composing herself, Sasha took the time to shower, and change, noting the minute changes in her body as she did so, the slight changes pregnancy were beginning to bring, she went through the everyday rituals and found peace. And strength. Tying her haid back into a braid, while it dried, Sasha smoothed her clothes out, before she retrieved her gear, and headed back downstairs.

[color=lightblue]”Lazarus”[/color] She said softly, approaching him, Mithera and the youngirl, with them, who was it seemed just on her way out, she nodded to Mithera in greeting, but didn’t say anything else. Right then, she wasn’t too sure if she’d be able to. 

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[centre][b][h1][color=lightcoral]Penny[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]

Penny looked over to Mayt, and gave him a smile, trying to make it seem like everything was okay, that she hadn’t just spent two months away from the guild with no word, and that she was ready to get back into things. Mostly. [color=lightcoral]”Mayt. Oh, you know, this and that. I’m doing well, what about you?How have things been around here?”[/color] She asked, intending to get caught up with most things in the guild, and get back on track, even slightly. 

She hesitated a moment, before saying softly [color=lightcoral]”Mayt, I’d like to speak with you, and Master Jamie. Damien if he’s about, as well. I’ve found some information about...Phoenix Slayers...about me.”[/color] She hesitated, glancing about the guild, [color=lightcoral]”And Ariel. If she’s here...I need to speak with her as well”[/color] 

It wasn’t what Penny had intended to say, and yet as she said it, she knew it was something she needed to do. This wasn’t something she wanted to go through herself, and perhaps she could find some answers. She wanted to speak to Damian by herself, but if it worked out differently...then that was that. 

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[color=orange][centre][b][h1]Jamie[/h1][/b][/centre][/color]

Jamie smiled, although there was a hint of sadness in it, [color=orange]”Why, training Amelia”[/color] She said softly, [color=orange]”So that you can both know how to defend yourself, if we can’t be there for you”[/color] She said, her eyes glancing over to Sam for a moment,  sadness and pain flooding her for a moment. 

[@Burthstone][@YipeeXD][@Joshua Tamashii]