[h2]Mort's Adventure[/h2]
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Moments before the Dragon Impact… [@Pyromania99]
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The sight of a floating hammer gathering food on its own accord was strange even in L'Mordryn, and the image of nobility didn't really suit a lone hammer getting food for his master who couldn't even muster the courage to enter the cafeteria on some days. But, this was only a problem if Mort was just a sentient hammer. He was a spirit, it wasn't strange for random spirits to be roaming the halls of L'Mordryn.

Mort left the hammer behind, out of sight and proceeded to the food tables, making himself as faint as possible.

A good thing about possession was that, within a certain limit it was possible for him to pick up multiple objects. Loading up a plate of food items was relatively easy. Clarence wasn't particularly picky either. The hard part was getting the plate to Orewing discretely, and then balancing it on the way out. Good thing he was proficient in that regard.

The Land Dragon burst through the door to the cafeteria. The only thought that ran through the spirit's mind was;

[i]I better cover this so it doesn't get dusty.[/i] 

A few napkins from a nearby stack floated off and covered the plate. The Land Dragon made a nice distraction to leave discretely. This was a serious situation which needed to be stopped, no doubt, but someone else would probably take care of it. He took the opportunity to discretely slip out instead.
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[h2][color=red]Clarence![/color] is not in trouble[/h2]
When the weasel-like creation snapped at Clarence he glared at it, or attempted to. His mouth tightened and his palms started sweating. Clarence was good at making sure his legs didn't shake too much by manually keeping them still. But that also meant that he couldn't kick anything.

The weasel was angry with him but he didn't know why. He couldn't move his legs to run so he had to stand his ground. That meant his only route was intimidation. He tried glaring at it. It didn't have eyes or maybe it just didn't care, but it continued snarling at Clarence. Nothing for it then. If intimidation didn't work then he'd have to resort to [i][b]friendship.[/b][/i]

[color=red]"E-easy now…"[/color] He spoke softly as he stretched his hand out and began to crouch down.

Then the weasel got whacked and ran away, leaving him squatting for absolutely no reason. And now the Nidhogen was looking at him. It wasn't hard for him to hear the nature dragon talk, it was loud, but the important thing was it was speaking to a person. Worse, he knew that person.

There [i]were[/i] noble Invokers who hailed from Bestia. Maybe there were less of them or something now, but well, the noble house of choice had always been Dracona. Although, it wasn't as if the other houses were lesser in concentration. There was a bias against Bestia in certain noble houses, although there weren't so many that it rated as more than a passing quirk. Sazel was treated as a pariah by his family that they couldn't judge too much because she performed well when she needed to.

Frankly he didn't know what right his family had judging someone else's heir. Maybe they were trying to bolster a sense of pride in him, or something along those lines. Except Sazel was a better Invoker than Clarence was. They shared a class with Lady Oravierre in fourth period. They hadn't ever talked before but they knew of each other.

With the spotlight on him, he had to step up. With the threat of the weasel gone, there was nothing stopping him from walking confidently up to them and making his greetings. He calmly got up, started walking over, and then tripped on a stray root weasel as it darted out of the bushes and into his path.

The apple in his hand went flying but the weasel caught it and scampered off. He got to his feet.

[color=red]"S-sup…"[/color] He said.

[@CelesteEste]