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          although teachers should probably not have favourite students, ikora couldn’t help but enjoy her classes more when vysella was in them  -  a student that seemed to actually engage and enjoy her teachings.  pulling the blood back into her palm, the brunette presses a cloth to her palm before smiling warmly at her student.  “well, we cannot have you unoccupied now, should we ?”  gesturing to the many seats in her classroom, ikora continues.  “come and sit with me, let us discuss some mythology.  it may help you in my class.”

VYSELLA’S EYES LIT UP at the mention of stories. “ oh please ! that would be wonderful !  ” vysella smiled as she swerved around the desks of the classroom and towards the one closest to the teacher’s desk. mythology was something that interested her and her teacher definitely made it even more fun to learn about. “ i’m happy to hear any story, would i be able to borrow some parchment and a quill to write with ? ”

the library? rarely a place ty ventured, but he needed to check into something for one of his classes, and if he had hopes of being anything but a grunt, well, then he at least needed to do well. despite how much he hated this, despised this place and the king, he didn’t want to find himself on the front lines of a war. ty held the book he needed to scan, and began to walk and read, slowing as he found the part in particular he was looking for. when a voice reached his ears, he slowly closed the book and moved his eyes to the source. “it’s endearing that you think i was trying to sit at your table to begin with, princess.” came his retort, not typically the nicest, which showed now.

          as one hand works hard to write the other was held out limply beside her on her desk, the scar on her palm open with blood dancing gracefully out of the wound  -  a winding trail of scarlet encircling her form.  the making of her blood aura was now a calming measure when stressed, something she was doing more and more recently as bottled emotions begin to rise up to the surface (certainly it is not a healthy coping mechanism, but t helps).  ikora does not even raise her head at the sound of her classroom door opening, simply continuing to write as she speaks to the phantom guest.

          “yes, hello.  hurry up.  what can i do for you?”

VYSELLA WAS, TO PLAINLY SAY IT, BORED. she really was and despite the strong desire to sleep or socialise, she knew it would be a waste of time and for vysella, her strong ambition overpowered her strong desire for seemingly trivial things such as health and friends. in the end she decided to visit a few of her teachers, beginning with miss. khan. lore and mythology was always something that fascinated her and thus sparked the like for the teacher too. she walked into her classroom, a smile gracing her lips for the busy teacher.“ miss. khan, i have found myself rather unoccupied and it truly is a troubling state for the mind. can i help with anything ? or do you have any extra work for me to do ? any stories that would benefit my listening to ? ”

“–you’re not thinking hard enough,” Laws grunted, and if he sounded tired it was more instinct than anything. Old as he was, and experienced as he was, drills like this were easy for him to perform without getting tired. He also just happened to be the grumpiest person on the planet.

“When you feel me probing your mind, you have to focus on hitting back harder.” Which was vague, he supposed, and so he rubbed lightly at the side of his neck before turning his head up to meet his drill partner’s eyes. “But sometimes you don’t need to specifically think about ‘blasting something back’.

“Sometimes you can try drawing up a memory so vivid it drowns out everything else, psychic attacks included.”

Hopefully that made more sense. Straightening somewhat, Laws raised a brow. “You ready to try again?”

VYSELLA MASSAGED HER TEMPLES, a groan of annoyance escaping her lips. the perfectionist that she was hated how hard she was finding this exercise, especially after months of reading and weeks of theoretical work, she somehow could not muster the will to fight back. and this thought scared her. it scared her that she might be fitted more to be a scholar for the king than a warrior. she wanted to be a fighter, more than anything. but this drill had caused the doubts to creep into her mind. 

a memory so vivid. . . the words ripple around her mind and her mind takes her back to her very first heartbreak but she brought herself back to reality. she did not want to take herself back to that time. it would open up a wound that she had since sewed up with strong ignorance and indifference. 

“Relax, I’m not going to do anything bad to you,” Aniela assured the person who had volunteered to be her guinea pig. She wanted to test out if different kinds of music worked better for inducing certain moods with her powers, but for that, she needed someone to test it out on. “I could start with something calming, to get your nerves under control?” She suggested with a smile.

Mental Defense classes ran a little long with Haden in charge of the lessons. He liked to leave the class with as much information as he was willing to share at the time and often some questions had answers that need some extra care in explaining. Thankfully, much to his classes delight that was dismissed for now and he was rejuvenating the plants on his classroom window sile when he heard the door open. “While I at times have an open-door policy for any seeking guidance,” He says brushing his hands over the petals and giving them more color. The poor things were starting to fade because of the approaching chill in the air. “I would still advise knocking to be civil.” He turns to address who entered his room his tone isn’t stern it’s just friendly for the most part. Playful maybe.

“I don’t suppose you needed my assistance for anything?”

VYSELLA, THE TRY--HARD, AMBITIOUS, competitive over-achiever that she was, often stayed back after classes were  dismissed  to either gather more information on a topic or more work to do on the topic. because whilst other valued the  freedom  of their youth, vysella was concerned with the impending trials of her future and those said trials require exactly what she was doing now, studying. especially with the TRAGIC  occurrences that had been going on around the kingdom, the king would need the best and the very  CHARACTER   that vysella strived to be. vysella  rushed  into her mental defence classroom and entered with no warning.  “yes quite desperately, you see sir, i’ve come to the  end  of the pile for my theoretical work for mental defence and i was wondering whether you had extra work ?? preferably for a topic in  ADVANCE  as to give me an advantage over the rest of my peers.” 

introducing . . . VYSELLA ANASTASE !