Her eyes widened with such astonishment, such amazement as she witnessed what had taken place between Rhiannon and the ashen remnants of the dead flower. It was unbelievable to Erza, the very plant whose life she snuffed as though a lowly flickering candle to the harshest of stormy winds, it lived yet again in all its former beauty, restored by what but the breath of the beautiful redhead giving life back to that which Erza had savagely murdered in her cold, miserable hands. [i]I..I can't believe it.[/i] She mused ecstatically. True there were indeed some interesting specimens about this very academy, but to meet someone who gave the gift of life rather than the curse of death, well...it brought a bit of hope to the dark girl's tormented heart. Still amazed by Rhiannon, Erza clung to every word the cute girl spoke, words about her being in tune with nature and how she loved to sing all the time. Really it was more Rhiannon babbling about, but it didn't annoy Erza. She liked that someone at least didn't see her as creepy or a hazzard to their health. And yes, she could control this horrible power, but at times...well...she didn't want to speak of it. And even if she could get a firm grasp over the malevolence brewing underneath her skin, Erza was still very apprehensive to touch anything and anyone, for fear that if she laid one single hand upon someone, even just the slightest grace of her finger to them....their flesh would melt away and fester, leaving nothing but a skeleton that would also become ashes.

Many a reason Erza always kept to herself. "Oh umm...I don't know alot about werewolves really." She managed to reply again, a bit of a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. "All I know is that sometimes they....they can be real jerks and bullies. Must be that...beast in them or something, alot of aggression and whatnot, you know?" And boy were they grade A assholes. One of them once threw Erza's journal out a window during lunch, and it took her nearly all period long to gather the scraps of her writing together, barely having time to finish her sandwich and her green tea. Then there was the other time a pack of werewolf jocks broke into Erza's dorm and trashed it. It pissed her off no less, but...there wasn't really much she could do about it. Of course, that was back when Erza first came to this school, already belittled and ostracized by the orphans and looked down upon by the nuns and the priest who ran the orphanage. Erza figured she would escape that pain inflicted upon her so by coming to this school, but...the werewolves and others for that matter...proved just as cruel. "Sorry if it's not much help." She apologized sincerely. "Maybe you could....sing to him again to cool him off. It helped me." And...it may have helped her for the rest of this year. Erza was beginning to think with Rhiannon by her side...this year wouldn't be so bad after all.