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Dactrin was outside as the sun was already making its way up in to the sky as morning began. He had been out for a 8 mile jog with Bune, a routine of theirs every morning except for his rest day. The path they normally take is a varying trail of incline and rocky terrain, a good enough challange to test both his endurance as well as strength in those small muscles one would not normally use for balance and agility. Dactrin came running forward to the entrance of the school, Bune keeping pace at his side. He slowed down near the entrance and leaned his arm against the tree standing next to them, breathing deeply and with control to get his breath back.

"Nice run, Bune" he told the massive wolf daemon, inhaling the crisp air deeply. Today was a beautiful day, the sky mostly clear, the small clouds that were visible a bright white. It was very fitting for the first start of the school year to be such a beautiful and peaceful day. Soon the school would be busy again with students, old and new. He enjoyed the din of the school when it was busy, a comforting sound to a place he calls home. But as always, he kept to himself. He was eager though to get back to his classes, his education vital to his goal in life. He had been vigorously studying all summer, staying on top of his studies. Since both his parents and grandparents had passed he was allowed to stay at the school year round, having no other family to stay with and plenty of money to keep him at the school. Dactrin was perfectly fine with the arrangement. 

Bune sat down next to Dactrin, his large tongue hanging outside the side of his mouth as he caught his breath as well. He nodded in agreement to Dactrin, panting heavily. 
Dactrin then saw, across the way by another tree, a young woman relaxing with what seemed to be her daemon as well. He straightened himself and leaned his back against the tree, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt off of his head and ruffling his shaggy hair free. Sweat glazed his brow and left parts of his hair damp. His sweatshirt on the back would show a heavy sweat stain from his long jog.

Dactrin laid his head back, head turned to watch Tristan and the daemon in green robes. They seemed close as the daemon seemed to be soothing the student. Dactrin glanced to Bune. "You never cradle me like that. Don't you care?" he grinned, his sarcastic comment understood by his friend. Bune laughed, huffing and shaking his head. 

"All I have to do is look at you, kid" he chuckled. Dactrin frowned. He didn't mind when Bune called him kid, something he wouldn't allow anyone else to do, but he didn't like that Bune could simply look at him and control his emotions. The thought of losing control of himself in anyway was frightening. If he wanted to perfect his skills and find Livala he needed to be in control and sharp at all times. 

"You would never do that though" Dactrin told Bune.

"Of course not" Bune agreed. "We made an agreement and I'm sticking to it." Bune met Dactrin's eyes. his own were still alluring but he made sure when he looked to his friend that he didn't let one moment pass where he would emit any emotions upon Dactrin. This was an agreement Bune honored faithfully, but he didn't always like. When he sees Dactrin in bad spirits or upset he yearns to be able to provide him with the emotions that would lift his mood and spirits. He could even help his demeanor so that he could make friends and be more outgoing. But Dactrin made it very clear that he wanted to go through his experiences on his own. If he struggled all his life in solitude, trapped by his own emotions, then so be it. He would not cheat and use a daemon to make him a better person. The only thing he used Bune to help him with was his physical abilities by assisting in training, and long distance traveling. Dactrin did his very best not to rely on Bune for anything, wanting to be self sufficient. 

Dactrin smiled to Bune, trusting him. When he looked in to his blue eyes he felt an attraction to keep looking but his emotions did not change and it was never difficult for him to look away. Bune was good to his word as always.

Dactrin looked back to Tristan. She looked vaguely familiar as he might have seen her in a class before, though he did not know her name.