[center][color=pink][u][h3]Lyn, College courtyard[/h3][/u][/color][/center] [hr] Lyn’s right eyebrow lifted in question. Her glance hardened when she directed it at Tyrael, obviously not pleased with the assumptions being tossed about. Mostly because he had indirected insulted her ability to judge a person’s character. It was bad enough Ssarak had already scolded, even if it was gently caution, about her conversation with the vampire. Now, this. Was everyone going to see her as a child forever? She wondered, feeling the slight negative worry creep into her core and settle there. Inhaling, she purged her heart of the needling fear. Things clearly weren’t getting off on the right foot right with Henri and she worried he might actually run away instead of registering. It didn’t help her pride had been unintentionally hurt by Tyrael’s words. She was about to address them when Henri decided to make things even, his words hissed louder than her mother’s. Her hand pressed her fingers to her temple while she absorbed the budding conflict rising into the air. This wasn’t something she wanted or needed today, especially with her mother’s whereabouts unknown. That was when she noticed something odd at Tyrael’s feet. His shadow seemed to jerk and twitch of its accordance causing her to glance closer. A single, unseen golem had found its way into resting under her godfather’s feet drawing a small snicker. Lyn was relieved when the tension seemed to slightly dissipate, slowly. She could still sense the traces, mostly between Tyrael and Henri, linger but she couldn’t figure out how to fix it. At least right now. Both males were wrong in their perception, Henri calling her god-father a thing and Tyrael threatening him. Why couldn’t people just get along? These minor conflicts had always bothered her ever since she was little, drawing confusion and muddied feelings. She hoped it wouldn’t always be like this. Her eyes darted toward Henri who began to follow Grey to the opposite direction of the kitchen, then mouthed silent words at the young man. ‘Sorry about this, I’ll catch up with you in three hours. Meet me in the library. Ask the gargoyles.’ Lyn turned on heel to follow Tyrael’s turned back and his melted path through the snow. [center][h3]Lidda, Office[/h3][/center] [hr] Lidda had been wrapping up her paperwork when her feline-like ears flicked, catching the meek tapping on her doorway. Her human face turned to the entrance with a slight, confused frown. Inwardly she debated on who could be visiting her as she shifted down from the custom chair. All four legs straightened and then coiled, absorbing the shock upon landing. Her hair like mane fluttered back down across her elongated neck before she straightened once more. Curved claws retracted into her human-like forepaws while they tapped the hard stone floor, betraying her sassy little gait. The Vitamancer, whose shape was currently in the shape of a black Sphinx, was taken aback when she heard Alaira’s voice. Uncertain of the reason, the master’s form sat on her hind legs then reached out her right ‘paw’ to give the knob a quick twist. Alaira was meet with a face mixed with feline and human aspects giving an eerie, monstrous beauty of its own. Allowing the half elf room to enter, she twisted then began to sway back to her chair. Hopping onto it, she turned with an expected expression and waited for Alaira to explain her presence.