The woman stood in the hall, her deep, deep hazel green eyes narrowed as she listened to the Templar speaking about Lysander-- again. Pity. The man was handsome, as were all young male mages, but this one... he continuously tried to escape. The lashes rang through the halls more times that she could count, and then a silence that made her ears ring.
She was a pretty woman; long, wavy golden hair spilled over her shoulder pieces and down her back, and her face was as pale as freshly fallen snow. Her eyes resembled an earthy forest, shrouded with mystery. Kaethe Val'hilla was a Templar alright... but she was the fiercest one on the force. Well, almost. She could outdrink most of the men and become as loud and angry as them, and even wielded a two handed sword. When she was out of her bulky armor, she was very tiny... she had small breasts and a very thin figurine. It was surprising how she couldn't get snapped in half, but it was because she was agile and quick as a rattlesnake when provoked. Some of the males said she was part dragon; she hissed, spat, and even blew smoke like one. Almost breathed fire, too.
"The man... boy..." she corrected herself-- Lysander wasn't a proper man, yet. Most of the mages his age had had a woman, and he obviously didn't know how to obey the rules. "Is extremely lucky. If I was Knight Commander, I would have made him Tranquil already."
"But you aren't Knight Commander." the male Templar said. "And the Knight Commander says to guard Lysander."
Kaethe heaved a sigh and walked into the room. The boy was on his back, now, and barechested. "... Well, well... it seems that the bird's wings have been clipped. Again." she grabbed him by the hair, and pulled at it. "Hello. My name's Kaethe. You might know me from the corridors. I was assigned to keep watch of you until further notice." she released him. "Just to let you know. I hate mages. All kinds. Men, women, boys, girls. So. Don't think that I won't hold back and not take your knocker and chop it off... and make you watch as I force feed it to one of your 'friends'. Piece. By. Piece."
Kaethe walked away, and looked out the window. "... I remember a mage, around your age... he threw himself out of this very window. Suicide. I attempted to stop him, but he leapt before I could reach him."