It was like a caveman and a librarian were fighting for control of his eyes.

"Hmm," he said, frowning. "Then...I suspect you have an objection to my research." He looked at her curiously, almost as though he expected her to punch him.

Ellie and Ali, inform your matrons that you are invited to a sleep over. At my dorm. I will inform my own. Dump your stuff in my dorm if you need to, but let them know I have prior engagements and have asked you to meet me in the library. Make your way to the gates from there. If they refuse, sneak out. When we get out of the gates, we will head to Brass Uncle, where I will be hiring three moa's. Two to a bird. We will ride through the night. Once we reach Vienda, we shall find accommodation, then in the evening, make our way to the circus.

Sitting back, she twirled the quill.

"And that is how you write a Pain spell. End of story." She lay the quill down and crossed her arms.

Sighing, she turned to look after Nathaniel. "Yes... good to know that- wait, did he just set everything on fire?"

"I would like that, very much." She said softly. His voice and his closeness held her frozen in place, and she felt like every single fiber of her being was tingling. The red head took a breath.

"How will I repay you?"

Petra smiled kindly at Wendy, hands on her hips. "You'd make a fine wick, we have passives to you know, we're just not as horrible to them."

"Oh there once was a lightweight camped by a Billabong, under the shade of a Coolabah tree and he sat and he scowled and waited 'til his temper boiled, oh who'll come a waltzing Mathilda with me..." --Fion

- to Ivan, nothing in the world felt righter.

The dock made several clumping noises, and the crew could see a ragtag assortment of men coming towards the boat. There were ten men, with less than twenty legs to share among them, and far fewer eyes.

“Quite frankly, rosh,” Harlin smirked half-heartedly, “if I’m ter kick it, I’d rather it be in the arms of a pretty lady than to some flowers, ye chen? So if ye could just—“ his brows raised and he gestured with his hands “hold me fer a bit after ye stab me, that’d be benny.”

"Its to cold to open the window. I'll come with you but unless you want to take our friendship a little further, I suggest you get out so I can get dressed." He waggled his eyebrows at her and grinned.

She laughed and nodded. It was a nice feeling to know she wasn't the only one that Tristaan made weak at the knees. Her mind wandered for a moment, thinking about how nice he was...how nice he looked...how nice he could be in the bedr...

His eyes betrayed just how hurt he felt but only for a moment as he tried to meet the gaze of his ornery classmate. His field pulsed once in what any hunter would recognize as a wolf's bristling. Feral indeed.

He hoped no one saw him awkwardly scale the fence, in a way only an acute sufferer of vertigo could. Ivan liked land. Low down, nice and flat land, which he was in moderate danger of returning to at great speed if he was not careful.