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[b][u]Academy of the Arts: Dalia’s Group[/b][/u]

[i]"I heard they battled a giant mutated bear and defeated a demon, it's amazing stuff, and I'm sure they've done a lot more."[/i]

“Defeated a demon?!?!” Dalia squeaked, spinning around to stare her brother with new eyes. He grinned sheepishly, his whole aura flushing a light pink. “Really?” 

“Yeah, but it was mostly them,” he gestured vaguely in the direction of the rest of the Pride. “All Lucy and I did really was fight off some children...” 



“Wait, you fought children?” 

“Demon children!” Dylan exclaimed, suddenly waving his hands around as he flushed furiously. “They were demonic - one had like...a chainsaw and the other was a frickin’ werewolf.” 

Dalia had to fight to keep the giggles down, Dylan’s aura was flaring into a full on rose bloom, the embarrassment seeping through. “Oh, my brave brother, fighting off two wee little children.” 

[i]“Hey, Dylan. I don’t think I ever actually got to learn before,” Estelle suddenly blinked in realization. “What made you want to become a Guilder? Coming from a place like this, being a Guilder is so much more different…”[/i]

Dalia arched an eyebrow at Dylan - she wasn’t that surprised that he hadn’t spoke of why he left Aliquam, but she was curious to hear how he fell in the with group. “Yes, Dyl, tell us. I thought you had just planned to roam.” 

Dylan’s aura was starting to fade at the mere thought of it all, the pinks being replaced by a soft, melancholy shade of blue. “It is different,” he finally muttered. “I just needed a change, I guess. I had planned to...wander a bit, clear my head after what happened.” The blues shifted a shade darker, the blues becoming so deep they were nearly black. “But you guys...it’ was infectious, you know? I felt happy and alive and the missions are exhilarating. Besides, now I can use my skills to help people.” He locked eyes with his sister. “And that’s better than parlor tricks, right?” 

“Yeah, Dyl, yeah it is.” She hugged him tightly. “I’m glad you’re back. We’ve missed you.” Turning back to the members of the Pride there, she offered them a smile. “And I’m glad you brought friends. How long are you guys planning on staying here? Do you all have some kind of job here?” 

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[b][u]Academy of the Arts: Keeva’s Group[/b][/u]

[i]"Can we look at the stage stuff?" Trixie asked. “Please please please?"[/i] The others chimed in, also sounding eager to join in on the prop room - though there was a request for the sound room as well - and there should be just enough time for that before the performances start.

“Alright then!” She spun around and pointed forward. “To the prop room!” She dashed forward, practically bouncing down the stairs and towards the stage. “This is the quickest way!” Leading the group up onto the stage and through the wings, she danced through the throngs of students who were preparing for their performances. Her steps were light and nimble, and moved with a practiced ease, uncaring of any struggles any of her tour group might be having, and only pausing if she felt she was in danger of losing them completely. 

Arriving at the prop room, she turned and faced them with a deep bow, gesturing for them to enter. The room was grand, filled with shelves upon shelves of props - covering everything from weapons to tea kettles. Along one side of the room were rows of costumes, from ball gowns to fake armor, swimsuits to tuxedos. “Welcome, everyone, to the fabled treasure trove. Everything here was made on site by students and staff. And best of all,” she paused to wink at Trixie, “we can play with it all.”