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Strange how he'd barely noticed the protective stance that his companion had taken. She had seemed ready to keep the ghouls at bay to keep him safe. He didn't understand it but he found himself feeling strangely grateful for it. Though he was very able to protect himself, her unspoken offer to protect him was oddly touching. 

He made a note to return the favor if there should ever arise a moment where he felt that she was unsafe enough to warrant the aid of an Unseelie water horse. He couldn't help but think there would be, this school already had made a habit of surprising him. The activity here was never ending, events seemed to fuel more events and those events seemed to breed. 

"[color=9e0b0f]Your shadow weaving really [i]is[/i] awe-inspiring, Dawn.[/color]" said the boy, "[color=9e0b0f]I almost can't imagine you needing anymore help with it. I do hope that you accomplish all that you're setting out to do. I've never really met anyone with powers like yours. There's- uh, there's shadow fae but they're not quite as interesting and they certainly can't read minds.[/color]"

He laughed at the last bit, his black eyes sparkling with something almost mischievous. "[color=9e0b0f]That ability itself is very interesting, though I imagine that it can be a pain at times. The kind of things that others think about, they're probably not all pleasant.[/color]"

Her mention of her bloodline had struck him in an odd way, he had never thought of family much. The fae did not raise their own, their children didn't remain children very long. He'd already been considered an adult by the time that he'd turned seven, sheer survival from infant and up was more than enough proof that he had grown up. There were special cases for the infants of royals, they were usually raised like human children. 

Isaiah had not been a royal. All he'd ever known of his mother was that she'd been a kelpie who lived in a river. She had purposely abandoned him at a lake, as far from her as she could possibly get him. He couldn't blame her for doing what was inherent of their kind but it did make him curious. Had Dawn's family been kind? Had they always taken care of her? Where were they now?

"[color=9e0b0f]Miss Dawn, if you. . . If you don't mind my prying. What was your family like? I-[/color]"

He was cut off in his inquiry while the headmaster appeared and began to speak. He seemed to be taking the time to highlight all the students that had impressed him. Though this segment proved mostly boring for the kelpie who had done [i]nothing[/i]. He [i]did[/i] manage to look proud when Dawn got praised, beaming at her. 

When they all appeared at the academy, he couldn't help feeling a small rush of vertigo. Teleportation freaked him out. He rubbed his head and grimaced, glancing around the grand hall. He wasn't all too pleased with his choice of roommate but he figured he'd deal with it, it wasn't like he had any other choice. 

"[color=9e0b0f]Dawn, I'm going to try to find my room. Perhaps we can continue our conversation another time. I'd like to meet up again, if you'd be alright with that.[/color]"
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