Lyris pulled her wings in and snuck into the Dining Hall all in hopes of not being spotted by certain eyes. The surroundings of the feast were mostly different for Lyris. She wasn't all too sure about what to think. Either it was the people that surrounded her or the building itself. Ever since her flight from home she had been trying to get use to people. An indoors life had left her with a great curiosity of "school" and "people". The stories she had heard from her father's demons didn't help in that respect. Oh yes, her father. He was someone else to keep an eye out for. If he found her he might just. . . No. Lyris would not allow it. She will stay at this school with or without his consent. At age 20 now, she could easily make her own decision. . . At least that was her belief. In reality she sometimes needed someone to hold her hand.

It is a feast however! A feast where she didn't know a simple soul. Maybe it wasn't that fact that bothered her. It was more along the lines that she didn't know how to really talk to anyone else. Truthfully she had never talked to anyone besides her father and the minions he controlled. Of course she had time to on her journey of freedom but most of her travels were on the untraveled roads. She looked around for someone to talk to, but she was at a loss of who to go to so she decided that food would be a good idea. She hadn't at since. . . When was the last time she ate? Earlier that day? It mattered not as she had food now. All kinds of different! More than she was use to at once. After grabbing something, Lyris made her way over to a place where she could let out her wings a little bit. It was annoying having to keep them confined without some kind of binding. With little else to do, no one to talk to, the Alanian practically stood in a corner keeping to herself.