[h3][center][color=662d91]-Livia & Gall-[/color][/center][/h3]

Livia listened quietly through the class, making sure to take notes on the lesson Miss Juliann was teaching. She was quite familiar with exorcisms and possessions, being a pythones mage herself, so it was little more than a refreshing review in her case. Covering the basics were always good, no matter what they were. It could help a lot, if she was ever confronted by a situation where she could be possessed, though no spirit had ever tried such a thing and she was confident that If it did, it would regret it instantly.
Soon enough, the class ended, and she was one of the first ones to leave as always. She didn’t wish to linger in class, she had…well, better things to do after all, than stick around and potentially socialize with someone. Such as studying. She always had Gall for socializing anyways, and speaking of him…

[color=662d91]“Gall,”[/color] She said aloud, making her way to the library. He was honestly never far from her, so she didn’t have to summon him all that often unless she had too. [color=662d91]“You’re, ah, no offense friend, but you’re old right? What do you know about the Eye of Baphel?”[/color] She asked him. She still didn’t want to be a part of whatever the director was doing, but she was still a bit curious about it. Who knows, maybe he had some sort of experience with it, or at least rumors and other things. She had never actually asked him how old he was before.

Gall was, of course outside the classroom the entire time, and was hovering just a few feet behind his master as she walked down the hall. [color=9e0b0f]"Eye of Baphel. I admit that my knowledge of the past, of my past, has clouded with time. It is a terrible gift and curse though, I recall that much. It's being here is a danger, not that you would be at any risk my lady."[/color] Gall said from behind his hood.

She smiled faintly at the comment, though said nothing. Instead, she placed the current book she was carrying on a small table in the library and walked over to the bookshelves. [color=662d91]“Any history book or legend can tell us that.”[/color] She replied, somewhat disappointed. [color=662d91]“I was hoping for a bit more…but I suppose that is fine.”[/color] She fell silent after that, scanning the bookshelves, using a finger to keep her place. She soon frowned, just slightly though before turning her head to Gall.

[color=662d91]“You know, how old are you anyways? I don’t think I’ve ever asked.”[/color]

Gall was dwelling near the table that Livia placed the book at, apparently pondering deeply before answering. [color=9e0b0f]"As I have said, my past is clouded, but I do remember a name, I believe it was Brian Bóruma. Forgive me Lady Fiore for I can't seem to recall who that name belongs to."[/color]

She sighed at the title, giving him an unamused look though said nothing. Unlike those other uppity nobles who used the title, she didn’t entirely mind if it was Gall calling her that as long as it wasn’t…often.

[color=662d91]“That is fine.”[/color] She simply replied pulling a book off of the shelf, and walking over to the table and took a seat near Gall.  [color=662d91]“Immortality…is probably not as fun as everyone assumes.”[/color] She knew she’d never want to be immortal. Hell, she didn’t even want to consider being immortal herself.  [color=662d91]“You have to remember something else, though?”[/color]

Though she asked, it was probably obvious something else was nagging her. This whole Heir of Baphel thing. She obviously didn’t wish to get involved in other people’s problems, but something was just bothering her about it. If it had shown itself, then that meant something bad was going to happen, didn’t it? According to the legends anyways. And if it was true, that meant it was probably going to do whatever it was going to around here.

Gall nodded, if frustration was possible upon his emotionless visage he would be showing it. [color=9e0b0f]"Death, there was death. I believe I had a weapon. It is... hard to remember after so much time. I am sorry. If you require anything else however?"[/color] Gall offered.

[color=662d91]“Ah, sorry.”[/color] She replied. [color=662d91]“I asked something, uhm, troubling.”[/color] While she was curious about it, she didn’t wish to pry. That was rude to someone she considered a friend, not to mention it wasn’t really any of her business. [color=662d91]“Even you don't remember, I’m certain you were a good person.”[/color] She offered a rare smile, though quickly returned to her book seeming to think about something, before deciding to take him up on that offer.

[color=662d91]“Well…perhaps you can tell me if I’m simply being paranoid.”[/color] She sighed, closing the book. She wasn’t able to focus on the words on the page. [color=662d91]“This whole business with the Heir of Baphel…I’ve never liked the director but something seems…I dunno, off.”[/color]

Gall remained motionless. His master was of course not simply paranoid, the A character did seem far more dangerous than appearance would tell, something about his being was off. [color=9e0b0f]"He intends to tear a rift through the school for his own amusment my Lady."[/color] Gall said as he hefted his scythe slightly before stating, [color=9e0b0f]"If it were as simply as removing his head than I would do so for you within a second."[/color]

She frowned, though obviously not from Gall’s words. The fact that he’d fight the director for her if she ordered him too, was a little more than welcoming. So it wasn’t just her then, good. A small part of her said that he was just agreeing because he was her familiar and friend, but she dismissed it. Accusing Gall of such a thing would be wrong of her.

[color=662d91]“I know,”[/color] She replied, though she couldn’t fault the director for causing a little trouble. She had just tried that earlier with Lin and that idiot who was fighting a dragon. [color=662d91]“Why would he do such a thing though?”[/color] She shook her head. Even if it was just for his own amusement, she couldn’t really believe there was no ulterior motive. [color=662d91]“If he really wanted the Heir, I’m certain he could get it himself without the help of us students.”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Then he doesn't want the Heir."[/color] Gall said in a matter of fact manner.

[color=662d91]“That’s what’s bothering me.”[/color] She mused. Something was just nagging her, telling her that it wasn’t anything good. She wanted to pass it off as mere paranoia, but after talking with Gall like this, it only made it worse.

Perhaps she should stop before she gets involved in something she shouldn’t.

[color=662d91]“Honestly, I might have actually decided to leave if I had somewhere else to go other than back home.”[/color] She chuckled quietly to herself. She supposed she just hated her family more than dealing with a potentially troublesome situation here. She had to briefly wonder if that was more of a reflection her herself, then them? She knew she wasn't the nicest of people, but...ah well, it didn't matter.

She opened the book in front of her again, and began to read.