[h2][color=lightsalmon]Mar, Den[/color][/h2]

Mar had been laying in bed all day. Her bed had made a notable dent from where she rarely moved from, her figure laying almost disturbingly perfect in a ball. The faded light from the mushrooms glowed a distinct around their bedroom and faded into the main entrance, casting strong shadows among the furnishings within. Multiple changes had happened during the weeks that followed her accident as she slipped into a deep depression, her stomach clawed at her through she paid it little. Her eyes caught glimpses of her dresser and side table before she turned her head then buried it into the pillow within her oversized bed, the thing taking up over half of the room already. In her arms was Althalus’, clenched tightly as she just laid there. 

Off and on, the female once Naga could remember the days. Even while the sense of time blended together, she recalled Meirin and various others popping in to talk with her and shortly leave with less conversation than she suspected they were hoping for. Her face pushed deeper into her pillows that she didn’t hear Althalus arrive until his lowered himself and sat there watching her, his eyes causing goosebumps to form along her naked skin. Her arms tightened about his pillow while she reached a single hand to pull a cover over herself and hide from sight. She heard his coin ting in the air then shifting through his fingers in an irritating way. 

Normally, Mar would’ve have lashed out with her tail and smacked his head. However the moment she shifted her lower torso, only one leg moved painfully slow and tapped him against the thigh weakly.  

[color=00aeef]"You know. Legs aren't that bad. You can finally climb trees, balance properly, kick things, wall run, jump, all kinds of things. And if you're worried about being stabbed and taken out, welcome to the club. Everyone in the college has been stabbed by surprise, me more so than others."[/color] Althalus started, still tossing his coin through his fingers then shot it upward. Mar’s face turned to look over her shoulder, peerign through the sheets as she spotted it dart upward then caught in his other fingers where he started to dance it around his fingers again. His lips smiled childishly, giving her heart a slight ache at the sight and longing inside. 

[color=00aeef]"Been practicing that with Lyn for a while. That reminds me. Alaira's still very upset about being knocked out and having her jaw broke by her one opponent, and only getting lucky when she killed him. If she hadn't hit him just right in the skull, he would have only been very angry and hurting rather than dead from electric shock to the brain. I mentioned it, and she threw bottles at me. With terrifying accuracy. I'm not even sure where she got most of them from. "[/color]

Mar’s quiet, depressed voice interrupted him. [color=lightsalmon] “Althalus, please. Not today. I’m not in the mood. Please, just leave me alone...”[/color] 

Her middle gargled and growled when the scent of raw meat reached her tongue when it darted out. She curled into a tighter ball, trying to ignore the sensation as she buried her face again to just to block it out. 

[h2][color=pink]Lyn, Orchard[/color][/h2]

Lyn heard the voice calling at her causing her to lean over the branch side, her arm stuck out and wrapped about the trunk to prevent her from falling. Her legs were straddling the branch base as she examined the woman below her and absorbed her image into her memory. She was an average Naerse human with shoulder length red hair, bright green eyes and pale skin with numerous piercings in her one ear. Overall Lyn considered her pretty as she noted something black dripping along her scalp: Mulberry juice. 

Confusion crept along Lyn’s face as she tried to put together what had happened, her fingers ceasing to meddle with her ring anymore. It clicked shortly after Helena's next statement.  

“You might wanna be cautious when sitting in a tree full of berries when there's someone else under it.” 

Lyn started to pull back up, her legs shifted to the side than started to climb back down. Meanwhile something had latched itself upon her shoulder and sat there like a cute, cuddly stuffed bird. It was her teddy bear. The very same ball of cotton that Uicle had enchanted and been her small protector for a year now at least. It didn’t look like much on the outside but looks were often deceiving, especially within the college. Helena, during her time, would’ve encountered possessed object inheriting a soul form a necromancer or rune maker, so it wouldn’t been a far fetched assumption if the woman thought that was Lyn’s actual magic. 

Lyn jumped the rest of the way, her feet landing hard on the ground as she tucked her knees in on impact. It vibrated slightly less as she raised herself upright again. She turned to face the woman, her serpent tongue instinctively flickered out while she smiled. However, the bear seemed to glare at Helena with its beady eyes, his nose crumpled up in irritation. He stared endlessly and began to growl causing Lyn to note it. 

She then tap it on its head for his attention and spoke.[color=pink]  “Be nice, Horais-s-s. Don’t-t growl.”[/color]  

Her stuttering was fading though she still hated how it made her voice sound, namely since it made people have trouble understanding her. It was even worse that she became more aware when there was someone new around and she was forced to reply normally. The girl resisted the urge to speak through her rune as she knew not everyone found it natural to have a voice speaking from the throat and no lips moving, the magic it was based on something... strange for everyone. Especially her father, which she had learned was paranoid of Satori for some reason, had something against psychomancers in general. Currently, he refused to fully explain. 

She turned to the woman as she gestured for her to turn around, intending on helping her pick out the mulberry before suggesting they head to the kitchen or pond to rise it off completely. [color=pink] “I didn’t-t mean t-to, I was-s-s just-t… dis-s-s-t-tract-t-ed. We could t-try was-s-shing it-t out-t in t-the pond? I'm Lyn by t-the way.”[/color]