#caerleons

(Damage v Charlotte: 0, 4/4 HP)

Charlotte allied herself with the Lion for the mock battle. It was the house with the most princes and perhaps, when their team was named the victor, she might find the opportunity to swoop in with a fresh serviette and congratulate each of them on their impressive victory! Should the Blue Lions house lose, well, she'd be there to tend to any bruised egos.

It wasn't long after the beginning of the battle that Charlotte found herself against her first opponent. The healer sent a bolt (if it could even be called that) of lightening that hit Charlotte square in the chest. She looked down, raised an eyebrow at the complete lack of injury, and shrugged.

Unarmed fist raised, Charlotte sent a strong punch toward Priscilla but pulled back her full strength at the last second. This was a practice battle after all. She probably shouldn't completely destroy the face of one of the students.

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        Though it may not look it, Silque always held some admiration for horses. She hadn’t much experience with them as they always belonged to cavaliers back home. They were much larger in person, but surprisingly gentle creatures. Some of them at least, so long as there were treats present. 

        The horses were to be groomed and bathed so their coats were nice and shiny, nothing less for the Gloucester nobles, of course. This, she shakes her head at, if they were that valuable, couldn’t they take care of them themselves? No, it was much easier to plop the task on the students. 

        “You could go anywhere you wish, that must be nice,” she remarks as she leads the horse out to pasture. A few minutes grazing then she would lead it back to be groomed properly.

        Peace couldn’t last long, however. Distant growling drew closer and suddenly, a very large monster was before her and the horses in unbridled fear fled. As relieved as she was for their safety, what of her own? She would have to make do and aid where she could to take out the beast.

        Silque only had a couple of spells—offensive magic and tending to the wounded—but she had proved herself useful enough to aid in taking down the enemy. Was that one of those Demonic Beasts she had heard about? Poor soul, at least it was put out of its misery. The shock of the beast had worn off leaving a new concern in its wake. The pasture was empty, free of the beast and the horses.

        Suddenly, she regrets practically telling that horse to be free. The nobles would be upset their horses weren’t properly taken care of, but she imagined they would be livid if they found out their animals had gone missing. There was no feasible way she could round up dozens of horses on her own, let alone one in its frazzled state. Her eyes scan the perimeter for another student or two to help her. If they could corner a horse somewhere then rein them in, surely they could round up the equines in no time.

        “Are you two alright?” She extends her hands to the students. “If it’s not too much trouble, could I ask for your assistance in herding? I imagine we would be much more efficient if we joined forces.”

Rhys is most familiar with familial love, from his own blood family to the Greil Mercenaries, and really anyone he gets close to. He cares for people’s well being and kind of can’t turn off Healer Mode. He worries about people when they’re out of sight and prays that they’ll be kept safe. His default is to pour out all he has for others, but he is learning how to not burn out.

No matter how late he goes to bed, Soren is up early. It’s a mix of waking up with or before the sun from sleeping outside for a time, and also his time spent living with the sage who taught him magic didn’t let him sleep much at all, so he sleeps lightly and is prone to overworking himself and pushing through being tired.