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"Alrighty. If you ever need a pick-me-up just give me a yell, it's what my power's best for." She grinned, her jaw was beginning to ache from all this smiling and it was only the morning still, and listened as he asked about her power. "It's a little like that. I can influence emotions and even control someone's limbs to some extent, again via their emotions, but I can't control their mind or anything like that. It's more like... suggesting through song. Suggesting that can't be ignored anyways."

Rhiannon laughed, a tuneful laugh that sounded almost like it had been prepared for an opera, at Alex's words.

"I wouldn't complain. It's almost like having a harem for ourselves. It's better that the big strong lads are the minority than the wee girls though isn't it, bach. Less chance of harassment and that." Rhiannon failed to notice that she had casually mentioned her bisexuality but then again she was used to everyone knowing that part of her so she no longer worried about it.
"I won't be. I don't do it without permission unless I think I'm in danger... or if someone looks like they really need a pick-me-up but even then I'll ask, just to be sure!" Again, Rhiannon was babbling. She seemed to be doing a lot of that these days. She was glad that the werewolf or, rather, werewolves were friendly enough and weren't going to pursue her because of the earlier event. Still, the question of the second caught her off guard slightly.

"Eh? I'm an Ellyll. We're a Welsh race of faeries, kind of like the Sidhe. Normally we can control nature and water but I can influence emotions with song as well, it's kind of why I who I am was revealed." She laughed slightly awkwardly, aware that most people had far worse stories of prejudice than she did; it was more akin to being shouted off stage than real persecution. Then she noticed Alex and Flint talking, slightly away from the rest of the group and excused herself from the werewolves, after mentioning they were going for breakfast, and twirled into the two boys' conversation.

"You look a little pale, Flint. It seems the werewolves aren't as bad as I thought. Well, at least these two anyway and they say they'll make sure the others don't bother us! Do you want me to sing you a calming song? Or if anyone's creeped you out I could sing them into a zombie state, bach." Again, the easy smile flashed. She had sensed that Flint and she were probably the ones who had the most apprehension about the school on account of being 'more human' than the others and felt a small element of camaraderie with him.
"Not since you guys headed off. Maybe he's still in his room?" Rhiannon replied as they headed towards the entrance to the castle proper.

Rhiannon spotted the werewolves at the door but she couldn't tell for sure whether one of them was he whom she had used her ability on earlier. She still felt guilty about that since it had been more a nervous reaction than anything else; werewolves weren't exactly a race she was overly familiar with.

"Eck, I think I may have pissed one of them off earlier." She muttered as they neared the doorway. Dancing out from the rest of the group she hurried towards the two werewolves and peered up at their faces intently before identifying one of them clearly as he whom she had manipulated.

"Sorry about earlier! I didn't mean to use my power on you... it's a bit of a nervous reflex and you kind of appeared from nowhere. I'd never seen a werewolf before so it was a bit of a scare, bach. No grudges, please?"
Rhiannon noticed Alora's flaunting of her power but hid her reservation; her people had always been taught that nature was sacred and that the powers of an Ellyll should only be used to guide and tend to flora. Of course, the rare occasion of using flora to defend oneself was acceptable as part of a give and take attitude towards the flora; they provided food and protection while the Ellyll guided their growth and also benefited the plantation from humans and other destructive forces. She had assumed that tree sprites had a similar philosophy but perhaps she had been mistaken?

"I guess it's somewhere in the main building?" Rhiannon suggested. "You know, where we go to eat." Just as she finished speaking she saw a shape drop from one of the windows of the boy's dormitory tower but before she could voice surprise, or panic, wings sprouted and the shape quickly gained direction other than straight down towards the ground. It quickly became apparent that the person was heading towards them and Rhiannon recognised Alex from earlier as he neared. She waved at him as he stopped, hovering in midair.

"Hey again Alex. We were thinking of heading off to find some breakfast. Or is it brunch now? We could all go together, I think I saw some kind of dining hall in the main part of the castle. Well, the keep I'd guess you'd call it?"
"Hmm, I could try. He didn't seem to like me doing it last time but I suppose I can make it so that he likes me singing... I think I'll try that, tidy. Oh, also, do we have classes like in normal school or do we just show up? It'd be good to have someone to go to lessons and the like with!"

Rhiannon nearly jumped at the introduction but thankfully the girl had made some noise beforehand climbing down through the tree that it was not too much of a surprise. The mention of food had Rhiannon's stomach rumbling actively and she clutched it, blushing in embarrassment.

"I forgot to have breakfast this morning. Getting here was all a bit... exciting. Oh, and thank you." She replied to the new entrant with her easy smile, completely missing Alora's implication. "Ah, you probably heard before but I'm Rhiannon and this is Erza. I've just arrived today." It was always good to introduce yourself even if the other person might know your name, just to be sure; her father had taught her that in an attempted lesson on small talk (one Rhiannon had spent most of the time ignoring while focussing on a particularly intriguing book).

"A tree sprite? I'm an Ellyll (Ehly-hl where the hl is sounded in the back of your throat). I suppose you could say a Welsh faerie, or an elf. No one's really sure which one exactly we're closer to but our power is generally over water and nature so we're kind of like tree sprites I suppose! Anyways, there's probably somewhere we can go to eat, right?" Here she was looking mostly at Erza since she had no idea whether Alora was new like her or had been her for some time like Erza; she had forgotten to ask.
And I return because four hours of sleep was just too much -.-
Aaaaand bed time. It's 02:00 over here in the UK. I shall be up early (bin collection day - exciting!)
"I've been singing for years but it's always nice to hear the practice was worth it." Again, the easy smile was flashed by Rhiannon. She could see the effect of the song had settled in well which pleased her; Erza was much easier to talk to when she was less anxious. "Good, good. I'm glad that my magic allows me to do things like this, it makes it much easier to talk to everyone."

She listened to the other girl, her brow furrowing as Erza displayed her power on the flower.

"I don't see why anyone would be scared. We all have powers or are different in some way or another but I guess it's down to our control of it that matters. And no, I definitely don't think you're scary. Besides, I can fix anything like that. As long as it's a plant. Watch." She picked up the remnants of the flower and breathed on them gently before placing the pieces on the ground. Small roots began to sprout out from the reforming stem, digging themselves into the ground and righting the flower with petals blooming once again.

"My people have power over nature, the singing thing is special to me apparently. Can you control that power? I once made an entire forest disappear, made all the tree stand up and walk right off a cliff. It took tad and all his brothers and sisters to fix it overnight. I'm a bit better now but I can't control the singing, I can only choose what I want it to do but it has to do something. Sometimes I just want to sing... to sing, you know?" She was babbling, she knew, but she wanted to make at least one friend before school started properly and Erza was nice enough, just a little nervous and Rhiannon could understand that considering what may have happened in any one of the student's lives; the world just wasn't going to accept them properly.

"Oh! Do you know anything about werewolves? I think I may need to make it up to one of them... he was a bit aggressive so I made him more helpful with a song. Sometimes people don't appreciate me meddling with their emotions but I just do it in self-defence sometimes...."
"I can't be doing much else, can I?" Rhiannon yelled up to her soon-to-be savior, eyeing the secureness of her temporary position. Her naginata blade was wedged firmly in the brick mortar but there was no telling when that might give way. Luckily a chain clanged onto the wall beside. Looking up Rhiannon could see the other woman holding the end of the chain, waiting for Rhiannon to grab it.

"Hold tight!" She yelled up, grabbing the chain with her stronger hand and yanking on the naginata with her other until it came free. Then she used the chain as support and walked across the wall to the doorway a bare few metres to her right. Once safely on firm ground again she pounded her way up the staircase to the wall top which was a mess of struggling Guardians and a never ending mass of Twilight Beasts. Fighting her way through them, using the naginata both for cutting and bludgeoning off the wall, she found the woman who had saved her.

"Ta very much. I'd have been stuffed without you!" She called cheerfully as she pushed another Beast off the wall. "I'm joining whoever's left of my group down below. Survive this and I'll owe you a pint. Name's Rhiannon Jones!" Yelling the last over her shoulder, Rhiannon disappeared back into the fray, searching for whoever was left of her platoon.
"Erza? That's a strong name, that one." Rhiannon untangled her legs from the tree, somersaulting in mid air so that she landed safely on her feet (while using her hands to hold her skirt down for modesty's sake). She came over and peered more closely at Erza's work, admiring it. "It looks even better close up, you're really quite talented, bach." The Welsh girl said with an easy smile. She had noticed the other girl's nervousness and had thought it might be due to her sudden greeting but it seemed to be continuing.

I guess being anxious is bad for the heart and soul so I can help her out a little, right?

And so Rhiannon began to sing:

"O! Iesu mawr, rho d'anian bur (O Jesus, let Thy spirit bless)
I eiddil gwan mewn, anial dir, (This frail one in the wilderness)
I'w nerthu drwy'r holl rwystrau sy (To guide him through the snares of lie)
Ar ddyrys i'r Ganaan fry. (On Canaan's way to Thee on high.)
"


It was an old song, more of a hymn than a song really, but it had a cheerful tune which, when enforced with Rhiannon's magic, would give anyone listening a greater sense of courage and would abate many fears they felt. Rhiannon smiled at Erza and sat down next to her, crossing her legs so that she was comfortable.

"There, hopefully you feel a little better. It's all my power is good for really but at least it's something good. It's my first day here and I just arrived but I get the feeling you've been here for a bit longer? Anything I should watch out for?"
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