[color=00a651][center][h3]Meirin Kurenai[/h3][/center][/color]

Meirin took comfort in being so close to Ssarak. This was a rare time where they actually were this physically intimate with one another. Despite seeing each other for so long, Meirin hasn't so much as kissed Ssarak. Having him hold her, or the occasional hug, were about as affectionate as they got. So Meirin cherished these little moments together. High above the college, hundreds if not thousands of feet above the ground, made Meirin forget about her worries in life. She didn't need to feel strong or forget the demons, or to even try and me something Ssarak would like. In moments like these, Meirin only felt love, and that's all she wanted from Ssarak. [color=00a651]"If I had my way Ssarak, I would never leave."[/color] Meirin said smiling.

She looked down at the college below. From this height everything seemed so... Small. She remembered the first time Meirin came to the college and how imposing it was. She always thought that she would only end up locked away in some remote corner of the fortress, never seeing anything beyond her room. But now she felt that the college was like a second home to her. It was a strange feeling; the monestary she grew up in, while far less accommodating as the college, was always going to be her home to her. But if she ever wanted to settle down, or if for some reason she can't return to the monastery, Meirin knew that she would stay at the college. Perhaps even for the rest of her life. She felt that she would do well as a teacher her, even if she doesn't master her Weaving magic. The college just felt so... Homely.

Turning her eyes away from the college Meirin then looked towards the horizon. It was a different view from the skies. Before the horizon could have been anything from the roof of a building or the top of a hill. But in the air the horizon was none other than the very edge of the world itself. It reminded Meirin of her insignificance; that she was barely a single blade of grass in this massive world. The monk taught Meirin that at an early age, but she never really took it to heart. To her, everything she was doing was her world. Every person she met, every monster she fought, even event she saw, that was her world and that was all that really mattered to her. Sure there were countries at war with one another, gods scheming, and conspiracies rising all around the world. For all she knew, there could be an eldritch abomination beyond the stars, just one errant twitch from breaking the fabrics of reality to arrive in their world. But to Meirin, that sort of thing never concerned her. It wasn't something within her reach, so as far as she cared to know, it wasn't part of her world. But flying above the level she had always walked, she felt... A greater weight. Now that she could see the world from one end to the other, she felt that she could do something for it. It reminded Meirin of a proverb her master taught her:

[i]"You cannot touch what you cannot perceive."[/i]

Slowly reaching her hand out, Meirin tried to touch the world before her. Sure she was only grasping at empty air, but she could see it right before her eyes. This was her world; it was in her hands. And she would do whatever she has to to protect it. Her mind switched back to Ssarak when he turned his face to her and mentioned some rain coming in. For a moment Meirin felt a bit concerned; she's never been flying during the rain. Was it even possible to avoid the rain by flying above it? Ssarak would probably know better than her since he can fly, but Meirin wasn't certain. [color=00a651]"Be careful Ssarak! If this turns out to be a thunder cloud, we should head back to the ground."[/color] As he was still looking at her, Meirin moved her outstretch hand to caress Ssarak's snout. It felt warm.

[color=fff79a][center][h3]Myrn Vaan'Atisha[/h3][/center][/color]

So much information, so little time. If Myrn was here on her own time she would have immediately sprung into more questions regardless of how Lyamis felt, but by the time she finished writing her notes they where at the Matriach. Closing her book, Myrn couldn't help but ponder the situation about the naga. Myrn can't say she holds any particular kinship with any of them. While she was fascinated by their culture and wants to know everything she can about them, at the same time she wouldn't try to affect their future. Myrn was a Vaan'Dred; their role were to record history, not make it. Of course... [color=fff79a]"A blade that cannot bend will break."[/color] Myrn left the clan to control her own destiny. If she happened to break tradition... Well, that was certainly going to be in the history books.

[color=fff79a]"Greetings, Matriarch. I hope you and your people are well. I know you all intend to leave the college, and..."[/color] Myrn glanced at Lyamis. She wanted to ask questions. Surely the Matriarch was more of a conservationist than Lyamis was. But at the same time, Myrn wanted to help the naga. After all, she can't get the history and culture of the naga if they all end up dead by the end of the year. Before she could be stopped, Myrn asked her question. [color=fff79a]"Have you considered taking up the college's hospitality and staying here? I'm certain they can arrange some way for the naga to earn their keep. War is coming, demons from the Inferno are rallying their forces against the college, no, the entire world. I cannot say I know the motives of the Yarosmere were, but I fear that if they learn of your survival, they may attempt to attack you again, or convince others to attack you. I understand that the naga as slow to adapt to new situations, but if they return to their old ways your troubles will only come back, stronger than before. And even you cannot deny that the naga are not strong enough right not to fend off another attack by any forces, be it demons, monsters, or men. If they must go into hiding, surely they could do so with the protection of their allies?"[/color] 

Myrn knew that the college hasn't exactly been open about their thoughts regarding the naga. She was aware of Tyrael's distrust of him, but frankly Myrn took his considerations with a grain of salt. They allowed the Naga a place to stay and as far as Myrn has learned, the naga are leaving out of their own accord, not because the college has told them too. Myrn wasn't blind to the possible incidents that the naga would make either. Myrn has already learned much of Mar when she was looking into the Naga, all about the shenanigans she were involved in. And unlike her, most of the naga do not have a sponsor to vouch for them. And really, it wasn't Myrn's place to even be talking about this. She wasn't really a student of the college, nor truly a member. She was no more part of the college than the mercenaries that protect it's walls. But Myrn wasn't doing this for the sake of the college, but for the sake of the naga. As prideful as they may be, they needed protection. They simply were not equipped to deal with the new magical threats that may be after them, nor of the new power formed by the Yarosmere. They lacked the number nor resources to defend themselves. They have turned into prey, but not if Myrn had anything to say about it.

[color=fff79a]"I... I do not mean to offend, Matriarch. It's just... As a Vaan'Dred, a historian, I have seen great people similar to the naga. I have learned how they met their end. And while death may come to us all, that's no reason not to continue living. The naga have so much more they could be capable of. An unknown, bountiful future ahead of them. I wish to see them flourish and prosper. I would hate to see only their shadows as they vanish into the sands of time."[/color]