[h2]Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

Tyaethe had not been in a positive mood on their return, to put it mildly. Although she had stopped short of barricading herself away for the rest of the day, the vampire had still been uncharacteristically hard to find until the next morning, seemingly having only taken as her cue to emerge the idea of needing to feed. A thought that was weighing heavily on her mind, at the moment.

Seeing the small figure seated in a shaded windowed alcove, looking out over the courtyard and any training therein, was hardly an unusual sight around Candaeln. Often, Tyaethe only seemed half-present, regularly dozing off and offering minimal input if she saw the other knights later. Today, however, her eyes were focused entirely on those outside. Oh, and she was carrying the sword around; that was a pretty unusual change.