[u]Lidda[/u]

The Vitamancer teacher watched Lucilia move to her desk after she commented upon what Val had said, her tone and word choice reflected Lidda's own personal ones. The two armies seemed more determined to bring their conflicts to the College rather then leave them at home, causing a stressful situation for all the staff. Worse part was her own father had been chosen as the official, likely due to her currently position, which meant she would have to have heart to heart with him at some point. Not something the woman looked forward to. Slowly, Lidda followed Lucilia to her desk then turned about to rest her rear against the desk edge before she spoke, her arms crossed over her front. All four of them. 

"Yeah, sad to say no. I had to stop a Djarkel group from sparking a fight with a Geomancer soldier from Yarsomere after Craig told them off Eania. Then they had the nasty gull to sass me." Lidda's eyes seemed to light up when she recalled the memory, her mind amused at the men's expressions when she ended up sealing their joints with surprising ease. "Had to show the type of tolerance we had for trouble makers with a few stiff joints." 

She sighed then added with a slight grudging tone. "Eania and Djarkel is the most problematic. Their fued goes back so far, I don't think any of them remember the reason it started. So uh, I'll be glad when all we have to deal with is novice mishaps with magic again." 

Her words trailed off a bit and in a moment, she picked up. Her eyes noted only Rathel was still in the room which meant she would have to walk back to her station. Unless she twisted her lower legs inot hooves and galloped there, a much quicker traveling method then walking. "Now with what happened with Grey, there's another thing we're going to have to deal with. Especially Khan and he's got enough on his plate as it is. With pacifying the warring armies and trying to seek a way that works for everyone without dragging the College into it. I don't envy his job really. Namey because Eania's holier then thou attitude and Djarkel's rogue pride. terrible mix."

An arm removed from it's resting position then causually skirted her hair over her shoulder and let the single plait rest behind her. It's white length reached down to her shoulder blades where it sat, her figured flipped about with a rather risky idea. "Can we just tell Khan after the delegates leave? Why add more flames to his fire then needed?"

Without giving Lucilia a chance to answer, she moved towards the exit, her voice was tossed back to Rathel. "Mind coming with me, Rathel? I might need some help tying up some unreasonable Eania pains after all and been using a lot of my blood lately as it is. See you at the feast Lucilia and think about what I mentioned." 

After that she and Rathel left. 

[center]Timeskip: few hours into evening. [/center]

[u]Khan[/u]

The ever set twilight skies in the College had darkened red across the horizon. Bells tolled when the evening settled into the surroundings, the area doused in a crimson and dark beauty. Hot, soldering kitchens had been slaving away all day to both feed the current residents and new arrives with overwhelming hospitiality. Creatures of all shapes and sizes stirred to their tasks, filled with pride and determination to show their skills to the guests. The teachers had all gathered at the head table into their respective seats, waiting for the officials, followed by Khan, to emerge from the doorway. It had been a while since the current meeting within the main building had drawn to a close. 

With a weary and steady pace, Khan's figure was among the first from that meeting to show up within the Dining Hall. His eyes seemed to show his exhaustion and the recent weight held by his shoulders. His hand reached out for his chair and pulled it back, the legs squeaked in his carelessness which made even his ears hurt. His body flinched then forced himself not to plop down when he was able to take a seat. The meeting still vivid from the continual bickering between the variety of members, the worse of the lot were Earnia and Djarkel. The latter kept purposely prodding with snide remarks hidden in her comments. Each one directed to point out the flaws and try to sway the College in Djarkel's favor. However Eania had chosen their delegate well, Lidda's father hadn't rose to the bait set but instead retorted with his own remarks. It was only with Khan's reasoning, bordering threats, which had cease the squabble. Over all, he felt like he was watching children too old and set in their ways to change. 

His hands reached for a pitcher, filled with the Ember liquid and filled a goblet. The bright, pretty color rapidly filled the container as he sat backwards, propped against the chair back. He swirled the chalise as his eyes watched in a vacant way towards the doorway. Students, soldiers and more had started to enter at their leisure eager for the sights and sounds of the Twilight College's feast. Most of the arrangements had been left to Lucilia and Uicle while he was tied up. To make things worse, he had recently learned of the recent attempt upon the Naga and her child's life. Including Xyden's involvement. When histhoughts turned back to the recollection, Khan's hand reached to gently rubbed his temple and ease the tension headache building. Too much to do and nothing pleasant at all. He put the goblet to his lips and took a long draft, his instinct fought the urge to swallow it all before he set the mostly empty cup back upon the table. 

"I feel like I'm getting too old for this..." He commented, partly to those beside him and mostly to himself.