~Dyonilia nodded softly.~ My name is Dyonillia Dawn. Pleasure to meet you both. As for the Weasel Man, as you call him, He doesnt seem to be much of a Threat. ~She looks around at the woods they had just rode out of.~ The woods here however are just too diffrent from home.... ~She frowned lightly. Mainly because she had no one here with her like Val did~
~She seemed to lighten up a little as Val said she could join them.~ I do not wish to impose... But if it is no problem then I would feel much better being with others who I am familiar with if only by race. ~she moved a hand through her hair once then looked ahead at the Blood Elf~ ... By the way.. Was it me or was he staring at you earlier?
~Dyon nodded her head a bit.~ Orcs always seem to freak me out a bit... No matter how they act. As for the Elfs, I heard a Human mage married one once. ~she shrugged~ I dont know the details real well but they had something to do with the whole dragon deal at Grim Batol some time ago. Its a very romantic sto... ~She stopped talking realizing she was just droning on and on.~ Sorry... I... tend to ramble...
"The master said you to be here tonight. He awaits in the guest quarters. Blinders?" He finished his sentence with what to Vulpix seemed like an incredibly irrelevant question. Blinders? The man who had been called for a weasle man passed the group and started heading up the stairs. The caravan masters was directed to the stable, and the tower servant started heading up the stairs as if expecting all students to follow him.
Vulpix was not quite as social as the others, for more than one reason. She studied the others and kept herself in the background, but from the point where they had met this strange weasle man she dared not look away from him. If it was distrust or fear, she barely knew herself. A few steps of stairs and the man uttered yet another word: "Moroes"
Zutul that had just followed with the other members of the caravan until this point had found a rather dark cornor to stand in, he had been scared at first by the weasel like man, and even more scared when he with ease opened the big gate, but the fear had begun to fade now that he was in the actual tower, he knew that the weasel man would be nothing compared to what they could meet during their long training to become full blown mages. He turned his head when he heard the strange man speak and nodded in agreement it was as the man said they were blind to the winds of magic.
A Figure from the distance could be seen and heard, from the full gallop of his horse, riding up quickly on the group. As he got to them he pulled back on the reins and the horse came to a sliding halt.
"Sorry Im late" He said. "I live a great distance."
A Human with long jet black hair to his waist, wearing Black leather pants and vest, white shirt and Black multi- buckled boots, dismounted. "Hi , I am Thustra Zoar" He said addressing the group.
~Dyon dismounted her Frost saber and walked to his head. She gently stroked under his chin and whispered more words of comfort in the Thalassian((I think i spelled it right)). She then looked to Cass who seemed to be waiting to take her mount and then reluctently allowed it. She then turned to Val to follow her~ I hope Harra will be alright. ~she said softly as she walked away. She then looked to Val~ My father gave him to me when I was young.... Ive raised him with my fathers help from a cub and we have become very attached... ~Harra, Dyons Frost Saber, looked back as Dyon walked away looking a bit sad.~
~Dyon looked back to see the Human and her already purple skin turned darker. She quickly looked ahead of her and smiled a bit~ .... I suppose. ~Dyon looked to the 'weasel' man as he went inside and made her way inside with the others.~ What are you here to study? ~She asked as her eyes looked about, her question towards Val~