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

Lyn was worried. Namely about Helena’s glare provoking her bear into being even more aggressive and possibly attacking the woman, forcing her to restrain them both before they hurt each other. A fact she wasn’t very comfortable with it since they risked injury as she inhaled, her breath stalled to wait out the aftermath. Thankfully Helena’s attention turned toward her. Seeing the woman note her presence, she began to walk forward and reach for the red hair in order to help only to be waved back. Lyn’s eyes tightened in confusion at the action causing her to bit her lip in uncertainty and confusion. 

She didn’t mean to dirty the woman’s hair in her distraction after all, so it was her responsibility to make right again. Only she wasn’t about to push herself on the fellow student just to accomplish that. Watching Helena pick the rest of the sticky berry out, she offered her name and hand to the child. Naturally Lyn’s friendliness overcame her caution when she fit her own hand into the woman’s. Helena would feel the almost perfectly smooth skin mimic a human’s until she pulled back, which then the scales would’ve snagged ever softly and created a rather rough texture. It was a bit like leather armor through still vulnerable to slashing and piercing weapons. 

Carefully, Lyn repeated the name over to herself. [color=pink] “Helena..That’s a pretty name. Especially with the a at the end. How long have you been within the college? Did you arrive recently?”[/color] 


[h2]Lyamis & Amaryllis [/h2]

The last of the hunters, about a handful survived the catacomb ordeal. All hunters as the crafters died in the travel leading up to the college and were no match for the harsh environment within the ravine. Their bodies being in a endless stage of decay while being feasted on by the various demons, their genes unable to spawn new generations and prevent their tribe from dying out. Over the days that followed, their adjustment had been slow. Especially with a wood elf, Myrn, pestering them and making their ability to rebuild what was lost taking more time than normal. 

Lyamis was the buffer between the naga and Myrn’s curiosity so not create tension, his head turned to spot the woman approach them early in the morning. Toleration was a skill they were starting to learn, through only Lyamis and the matriarch were highly skilled in the action, and he didn’t need one of his hunters squeezing the life out of an a student. His eyes drifted toward the golems still silently guarding them and lingering nearby, their forms both visible and hidden causing Lyamis more stress than needed. 

When he heard the wood elf announce herself, he immediately stopped his work. His sharpening of his spear stalled in favor to prevent his fellow hunters from feeling uncomfortable and crowded by the woman, their visual cues lost on someone not a naga. Leaving Amaryllis  to direct the others, his hand held out to assure her he would handle it as he slithered over toward the woman. “I figured your questions would’ve been over seeing as we’re about to leave. Through Naga tend to dislike loud sounds and we can see who you are, Myrn. Shouldn’t you be recovering?”