[U]Mar[/u]

Irritation and unsettledness weren’t a good thing in a Naga, even worse in a homesick one. It created mistakes and usually gotten her kind killed. That was something she didn’t want but it didn’t make the emotions go away. She was taught these feelings were terrible to have, confused and weakness, that it was better to shut them off. However it was much harder here than in Mesa Gaan to do that. Humans showed them daily and the fact a strange male and his careless words had riled her up, it only made everything that much worse. Even now she could recall the disturbingly strong anger it had drawn from her several hours ago. Tyrael had only seen her in a place she was comfortable and well suited for. Here at Twilight it was different. There was no familiarity for her to connect to. No desert, no hot sands, not even a Ravine entrance to erase her mind from the troubles she left in Mesa Gaan. 

Her eyes flickered with slight disappointed at whom had actually approach then it quickly vanished. Her body held low out of respect and the fact Mar didn’t find Tyrael’s presence threatening. Rarely did she ever make a mistake this bad. In her mind in her state, she had almost thought Tyrael was Althalus until he stepped out of the shadows. At mention of stalking new prey, her eyes relaxed a bit as her voice replied. “I doubt there’s little here would’ve been worth hunting, unlike the Ravine.” 

When she spoke about the Ravine, Mar felt a slightly pain she tried to hide visibly. However it was hard when someone been around her for a long time. She after all rarely showed this side during Tyrael’s stay in Mesa Gaan, but it had occurred at least once. Naturally, it would’ve been difficult to spot right away as well as the reason at first. It didn’t help her pride made it hard to come out and admit it completely. The familiar movement caught her eye caused her to jerk her head to the side, motioned at the black shadow hovered nearby. It seemed to grin at her and then skirt to the opposite wall, clearly not attached to anything in particular. That itself didn’t help her mood in the least as she doubted Tyrael would’ve liked being followed himself. They both were survivors and hunters, fighters to the end and beyond. 

It then she noted the human male walking closer from behind the Fallen Orc. Their eyes made a brief contact as he mouthed the words ‘Got it’, his hands held a strange wooden rectangular piece no larger than coin sized tile, gestured to the current Activities within the Hall. Then that bastard male disappeared right in… Mar’s teeth fought not to grind together at his foolishness, mainly since she was finding harder now to remain calm. The only thing that brought any sense of her former home was Tyrael and the last thing the Naga enjoyed was being force to be babysat, a notion she knew he only tolerated for knowledge. 

“This Twilight, after all, isn’t home. No there’s little to no familiarity for me here to draw upon.” Mar clearly hurt when she admitted the weakness but it was best to put bluntly then draw it out. 

 
[u]Khan[/u]

Khan tried to hide the sheepish look he held back since when Lucilia had first chided him. Despite the firm and rather motherly charm, he wasn’t use to having others concern about his wellbeing just yet. After all, for a great potion of his life the Demonomacer had only he to look after so it was rather unusual thing to have others concern about his well fare. It was in truth his own fault as he could’ve summoned Zaad or Rathel, even worn gloves, instead of dispatching a simple Bone Imp to notify Tyrael. Even Lucilia’s suggest was better yet he hadn’t wanted to bother the guards for something so minor. 

His throat still raw from the cough, now under control, Khan merely gave her a slight grateful smile. “Yes that is true. Yet why send an already busy guard on the task when a simple Bone Imp would do? Though currently, I’m rather surprised Rathel isn’t here yet. He does enjoy these types of events as he gets to chat with the Herbamancy students about their Mageblood capabilities. Mainly in provided a little extra help to other novices struggling to adjust.” 

Out of his demons, the teachers had only seen and interacted with two: Rathel and Zaad. When Zaad’s name flashed across Khan’s mind, his eyes immediately spotted the sand demon’s presence as the creature made his way over to one of the student’s table. Those students in his way had departed like a red sea, none dared to touch him, and their eyes stared until he stopped. This made the Headmaster’s body tense at his demon’s unknown motives. He didn’t want Zaad to cause trouble or provoke the students, a specialty of his unlike Rathel who would’ve been more pleasant company. That little worry became one that would soon earn merit. After the conversation and verbally ripped Zaad after his little prank upon the Student body necking by the wall, Khan had just turned his head away to speak with Lucilia when he heard Zaad give a mental howl of pain in his head. The Headmaster turned in time to watch the demon’s face turned to crystal and hardened, crackled from the unexpected heat as he gritted to stop his howling in pain reaching the air. Immediately any words Khan had ceased as he rose, his chair sent back and clattered to the floor loudly. It had caused a few teachers at the table to look at him in alarm while his voice bellowed across the Hall.

“ZAAD!” He barked an order that made the demon stop. 

 It was rare the demonomancer would sound so furious or even raised his voice, something Alaira or other older students would acknowledge that someone was in deep, dark trouble from the normally patient Headmaster. His knuckles tighten into fists pressed into the wooden table, his eyes glared at the demon, the cold and anger radiation off him, until the demon spoke one last time then took his leave. It meant Zaad would be stuck in the Inferno for several weeks after this rather than roam the halls in future. A mild punishment compared what might’ve been if the demon had actually harmed a student. His hand bled a little, the red dripped through the bandages that now started to became colored. His breathing slightly heavy while he once more calmed his fear edged to his mind. His body slowly lowered to the chair Val, one of the few teachers chuckling over his wrathful show, pulled back up. 

“Ye tellin’ that demon, Khan. Ol’ dirt clod had been a rite pain in the arse lately and cannea say I dinnea enjoy that. Though ye might’ve scared the pants offa ‘em novices wit ye shoutin’. Ah’ll git some fresh bandages for ye and ye stop the bleedin’ while Lidda gits ye somethin' to eat, nea fittin’ for a Headmaster to be sportin’ a bleedin’ injury durin’ the Feast.” Val scolded the Esyire with a slight mirth. Clearly she found the whole event amusing unlike Khan, her short form shuffled towards the door and passed Althalus who headed straight for the red haired Wood Elf. Along the way, she gave the Vitamancer teacher a nudge to her task. Lidda had been sporting a rather odd appearance, her looks seemed like a Wood Elf yet she was colored like Djarkel's lands themselves, in black and white colors. The Dwarf woman just shook her head at the teacher standing out before she headed out the door, it would only take time until Lidda was mimic some of the more exotic Student's appearances. 

Sitting down, Khan’s uninjured hand went to his temple where he gently rubbed it. A slight headache felt like it would soon show its ugly head any moment. “Sometimes I think the Bone Imp is easier then dealing with the headache Zaad seems to cause. I’m only hopeful that female Naga isn’t causing more trouble. At least Alaira knows how far to take her violence and when to cease, even if she chooses to pretend she doesn't.” 

He made a mental note to later have a conversation with the Wood Elf, both to determine her status as well as warn her against provoking Zaad. It might’ve ended well this time but didn’t mean it would always do so. Which reminded him of another student to check on, Ponders. His eyes noted for the first time the Golem lookalike standing near a tree like creature, seemly locked in conversation and rather relieved to see he was adjusted enough to socialize. That eased a little tension and the urgent need for now. Strange how many unusual students they have had recently, wondered how the other students would react to each and every one of them.