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 Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 9:21 pm
It took Zach a second to realize that he was being addressed, but as soon as he did, he adjusted course and made a beeline for the speaker. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't put a name to it -- fortunately, he knew the situation was mutual. Introductions would be in order, but if it was a choice between sitting at an empty table, intruding on someone else, or sitting with someone who actually wanted him there? The choice was an obvious one. He made his way back to Doric with a wave and a hesitant grin, noting he was back at the table with the scarred boy and the large daemling.
It was only after Zachary had already laid a hand on a chair that Zarek spoke up, sounding rather annoyed by Doric's open invitation. It would appear that he had stepped directly into an awkward situation. However, Zachary wasn't about to turn around and slink off just because of the boy's sharp tone. He didn't sit down immediately, but addressed Zarek directly. "Excuse me," he asked calmly, "are you saving these seats for friends of yours? If so, then we can move, of course." But if not, was the unspoken addition, then they're open for anyone.
It's a party, after all. If you don't like having other people around, why come?
Kheidye leaped lightly down off his shoulder, landing and transforming immediately into his water monitor form. The large, low-slung reptile wound his way around Zachary's legs, keeping a curious eye on Malhyanth but not speaking quite yet.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 9:45 pm
"I was, yeah," Doric answered with another nod, flashing Zarek a bright smile. "...As for knowing you? I actually don't think I do. I've been around a bit, but I'm not sure if I've ever seen you before, and I think I'd recall the daemon-mist, at least." His tone was easy. Well...at least the situation had gotten interesting, right? He was admittedly quite curious about the scarred boy (he hadn't blinked yet, had he? Was he...oh dear, was he blind? Doric hoped not, that would be a pity...but it would also explain the fact that when he had turned to Doric, Zarek had...more or less approximated, as far as he could tell) and his bright glow, and in general talking to someone seemed less tedious than being bothered by girls wanting dances.
"Not that that ever happens to you," Abernathy remarked accusingly, fluttering down from Doric's shoulder to perch on the table instead, where he could peer curiously down at Malhyanth. "His daemon's interesting, by the way. Big, not just in mist, either. Big cat forms, looks like. Giving us a Look and a half, too. Hallo," he addressed Malhyanth with interest, "I am Abernathy, this is my Doric. He has not disturbed you with his ill and boorish conduct, I hope?"
Abby, stop that! "The name's Doric," Doric said aloud after mentally chastising his daemon, speaking it just in time to (hopefully) be overheard by the other young man who had come to the table. "I haven't caught your name yet," he remarked to Zarek, not missing a beat now that he was in full-blown social butterfly mode. "It's not my table to give away, that right would belong to our charming host," he flashed a smile at Zach and gestured to Zarek, "but I say the more, the merrier!" And with that, he downed half of the golden liquid in his glass. Pear cordial! Delightful!
"You are an oaf, a boor, and an alcoholic!"
And now look which of us is being the sourpuss, my dear! Play nice.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 1:20 pm
Unable to see the smile, but hearing it cleanly in the voice that spoke, Zarek frowned. Was this man laughing at him? He didn't like being laughed at. Malhyanth's form shifted to a very bizarre looking beast, like a miniature bear, all teeth and raised hackles - the honey badger form, a most formidable enemy! He snapped indistinct teeth at the lizard that swung at him in its ungainly lope, and a grumble resounded in his chest, heard only by Zarek and the Daemons near the table. A few of the other guests standing around the table were started as their Daemons swung round to their further side, away from the clearly annoyed Daemon that growled so angrily.
"What is wrong with my Daemon? Don't you laugh at him, or me! I hear you, sniggering at us! Do you think it fun to laugh because I can't see you? I hear you, I know you laugh at me!" Zarek was getting worked up, and his heads shook a little with fear and anger at this startling intrusion. He'd been quiet and unobtrusive, and people come over and start laughing at him! His throat felt a little choked, tears welling in his eyes, hidden as they were behind his blackened glasses. He didn't like being laughed at! All of a sudden, he wanted the girl he lived with to be around. It was not often he wanted someone around, but she seemed to understand him, if only a little bit. They shared their room in relative silence, but at least it was somewhat companionable - something they both craved; a bit of quiet in this daunting place! Else, the girl that had helped him out of his panic attack those few days back. Sure it had been a rather raised temper meeting, but he had started to like her - she was very much like himself in many respects! These two men, however, were intimidating in their anonymity and confusing demeanour.
"I...I guess they are not taken. I... I was seated here and left, so I do not know how big it is, nor how many seats there are." Zarek almost growled the embarrassed words and Malhyanth took the form of the spaniel and backed away from the lizard, unsure of it, when the voice above him startled him. He snapped his maw at it, eyes wide. His human's fear was reflected in his Daemon, and the Daemon slunk under his human's chair, looking up at the peacock with fascination but also distrust.
'Malhyanth. This is my human, Zarek. Your human scared him just sitting and shouting over his head. He cannot see; blind completely. He was sat here out of the way, and left to enjoy the music. He means no harm, but large crowds startle him, especially as it is hard to discern who is talking to who. We are very self-contained. Though I see you and your human, Zarek's inability means we are somewhat disconnected, but enclosed together. I see, he doesn't. We are not connected through my sight, only through the emotions and thought. I can warn him, but like him, I do not really notice people until they are on top of us.' Malhy tried his best to explain their situation, but did not know if he did it well enough. He knew the strange lizard thing was probably listening in as well, and he shifted back to a tiger, crawling out of the space under the chair as it became too small for his size to fit into. Though still insubstantial, it seemed only right to move out from under it - practice for when he was solid, after all, was good!
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 9:23 pm
(Heh, me too for mine.)
Colt rolled his shoulders and gave a warm smile to Cilla. "Maybe. I've seen a few students just sit by themselves and not talk to anyone aside from their Daemons." Or so he would assume, at least. Not everyone had to actually speak to their Daemons to get them to understand. Silently, he thanked his parents for the lessons on 'proper manners' before he had left for school. "Or pushed apart, as it is..." He had seen a few of the sudents who were more than friends get too 'friendly' on the dancefloor being pushed apart by the chaperones.
Walking with her to the buffet he gently handed her a plate, taking one for himself. He surely noticed as his daemling moved from his pants, for a moment shimmering into a sun-bear's form before going back to the usual ball of red light that she was. Maybe, she would settle soon... Though he wondered, often, if she would appear to him again in her original, phoenix form.
Listening to her proposition he gave a warm laugh. "Most of the others won't join us, I think... But some of them might. Let's get something to eat, and then we'll ask."
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 10:17 pm
Kheidye hissed when Malhyanth snapped at him, responding with a lashing tail and parted jaws to show his teeth. He pressed closer to Zachary's side -- while his intangibility gave the gesture little weight, his protective stance was obvious. Why was the daemon snapping at him? They were trying to defuse the situation! And it wasn't as if the other young man -- Doric, he'd overheard the name -- had given any truly grave insult... Nothing deserving of this magnitude of response, at least.
Zachary knew from experience that Kheidye took his reptilian form for a variety of reasons... but sometimes, it was simply for the size and powerful appearance. In this case, it felt like a reaction to Zachary's unease, a kind of defensive maneuver. "Easy, Kheid," he murmured softly, glancing down at the sound of the hiss. Reluctantly, the daemling subsided, shifting again in a flash to a jackal, sitting tall at Zach's feet.
When Zarek spoke up, though -- well, Zachary had been expecting from the scarred boy's seemingly poor mood that he would react badly, but not this badly. "No one is laughing at your daemon," he spoke up, then fell silent again as the weight of Zarek's statement sank in.
...so he was blind. Well. That explained the dark glasses. Also, possibly, his reaction -- a crowded party would be disorienting to someone relying on sound, and Zachary wondered who would simply abandon him alone at a table. Kheidye nudged himself gently against Zachary's leg, barely more than a whisper of imagined contact. Doric startled them, he informed Zachary, before turning his eyes back to Malhyanth.
"I'm sorry if we troubled you," Zach said, in a gentler tone than he had used before. "I was just looking for somewhere to sit. My name's Zachary."
A little grudgingly, but without the hostility that he'd displayed before, his daemon addressed Malhyanth. I am Kheidye.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 1:39 pm
( Okies, Saren was in the school before so teachers would know him, and possibly some of the older students. If you want to know Saren and Beinmir just drop me a Pm okies. Would love him to have some old friends! For those who need an image, this is something of what Mir will look like... From Mal likely even better and softer looking. Clicky image ) 
Saren no sooner arrived back to his school then he was told the ball for Christmas was going on and most everyone was there but a few who rather liked being to themselves. Mir twitched his ears delicately and tossed his head in enjoyment as his human brushed him down and cleaned them in their rooms. Unlike most Saren had a rather large daemon, but thankfully the school was prepared for this and he was shown a bathroom where he could wash Mir down when his daemon had first started fixing on a horse image. Now however, Beinmir was not a horse but a unicorn, he was beautiful.
Saren quickly cleaned himself out after the long ride, brushing his long white hair tidy and straight. He had clothes for this ball a few years ago, he had never worn them but now he wondered if they still fit. After awhile of pulling and shifting he was delighted to see they did fit him as perfectly as they had when he had got them made. Together he and Beinmir walked to dining area where they had been told the ball was held. When they first entered Saren stared wide eyed at everything, his violet eyes landing on the tree at the center. Its green branches now held fake snow that fell softly over the whole room.
“Beinmir, what do you think of this place, beautiful right?” Mir have a bird like call nodding happily while his ears were turning back and forth listening to all the students chatter. Both of them were excited to be back and each fed off the others excitement until finally Mir sprung forward and shrilling like a nightingale as the cloven hoofed Unicorn reached the tree and pranced at its side. “Saren, the tree is real; up close it is even more beautiful.” The voice was soft in his mind and Saren walked forward stroking Mir as he looked to the tree, all the while fake snow fell and he felt a feeling of finally being home.
“Your right Mir, it is beautiful.” The unicorn nickered softly, his long tail moving behind him as his head moved and daintily nibbled on one of the branches before shaking his head and sending his mane dancing around him. “No eating the tree though, I’m sure we can find some veggies here for you.” They both then set off in search of them, they did not have to go far before Saren spotted flowers in a bowl. Smiling he grabbed an daisy and Beinmir happily took it in his mouth, nibbling its petals slowly before his eyes turned to the ball; wondering between them both was the thought of possibly seeing someone they knew.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:28 pm
 Priscilla looked around and confirmed Colton's observations. "Yea maybe everyone else likes being by themselves, but we'll meet alot of new people by trying." She graciously accepted the plate. "Thank you." She stared at the food before her and contemplated what to get. Everything looked good but she didn't want to be seen as a glutton, so she only picked out a few things. "So what classes are you taking next semester? I haven't decided yet I just got here a few days ago and there's so much to choose from."
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 5:43 pm
It was during another look at the fancy tree that Caitlin saw Zarek's sudden outburst. She could barely hear it, of course, but she could see enough to know that he had reacted to something the other two had said or done. Likely another miscommunication; she knew he didn't like telling people he was blind, the silly boy. She saw his daemon snap at another's before settling down, and decided that she might as well go over and smooth things out. Besides, they knew each other, and having just one person there he was familiar with might help. Who knew, maybe he'd need her for the entire party. "It would be better than just sitting on your own," Cayne commented, and so she stood and made her way over to the table, her gray wolf daemon following close behind.
Smoothing her dress out, she sat in the chair next to Zarek, hoping she wouldn't startle him by her sudden voice. "Hey Zarek. It's me, Caitlin." She said this quietly, then turned to the other two there. One's daemon was clearly a peacock. From the other's swirling, indistinct form, he was clearly a daemling, though now it--he, she, she wouldn't know--was a jackal. Cayne regarded both the peacock and his fellow daemling with a nod, then sat next to his human, glancing occasionally at Malhyanth, Zarek's daemling. Caitlin, however, was not quite so at ease; she had suddenly gotten a slight fit of shyness, especially since she was around only boys. Still, having one there that she knew was good. "I'm Caitlin," she said, addressing the two she didn't know with a small smile and attempting to make eye contact.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:45 pm
Well, this was tricky.
Doric’s expression faltered heavily when confronted with the young man’s outburst, but the falter was only a brief flicker, and he mostly returned to his typical pleasantries a moment later, staying composed while considering his next course of action. Abernathy was not so polite as his human, though, and in an instant there was a hyena, striking white with deep grey stripes, on the table where the peacock had been. The outburst and Malhyanth’s aggressive display brought a curl to his lips, and he showed bone-crushing teeth, but a sudden grab from Doric—that passed through him, but it was the thought that counted (and the thought was, Abernathy! Stop that!)—brought him to his senses. His form shifted again, flickering from the hyena to a pretty blue bird back to the peacock he had been previously.
He fluffed his feathers sheepishly, preening his magnificent tail in what might have been self-consciousness as he listened to the other daemon’s explanation. It…made sense, though he didn’t want to acknowledge it entirely, but he did glance back at Mal and give a slight gracious nod. “Understood,” he answered. There was no apology from him, but he clearly viewed the mild consternation he gave off as wholly sufficient in its place.
“Nobody is laughing at you,” Doric said, voice still light, still almost delicate. “My apologies if that was how it came across to you.” He shook his head slightly, toying with the trim on his elaborate jacket as he tried to figure out what Abernathy was up to. The prideful creature was still preening his tail, but eventually he turned his head to Malhyanth again.
“It was not Doric’s intent to upset Zarek. He is simply…overzealous.” Yes, Doric was a drunkard and a bit of a boor, but that was Abernathy’s prerogative to snipe about, not anyone else’s. And it seemed that this one was…far too touchy. “Please, do not be offended.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Zachary,” Doric was saying in the meantime, inclining his head to the younger boy and then turning again to Zarek. “In…the confusion, I’m not sure I’ve caught your name yet,” he began, but the arrival of a pleasant young woman stopped him in his tracks, and he tilted his head and smiled at her. “Hello, Miss Caitlin!” he said brightly. “Lovely to see you. My name, as I’ve only just finished—but not to worry—saying, is Doric; my daemon is Abernathy. And it is a pleasure to finally learn your name, Zarek,” he said, nothing but blithe happiness in his voice.
This was exhausting. He downed the rest of the cordial, then contemplated his empty glass with sudden sobriety. Oh damn.
Abernathy merely regarded the new daemon with mild interest and slight reserve.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 8:45 pm
Hmph.
Lena was unimpressed by all the frippery of the hall. Granted, she was unimpressed by just about everything in Jaradin thus far. It wasn’t that it was a bad college—certainly, it was better than the University at Stockholm—but, well, it just wasn’t Scaandivan. And thus she couldn’t help but compare everything she saw to her memories of home—and it wasn’t like they were faraway memories. Where were the woods of Scaandiva, the Sverig wildlife? Where was the majestic grandeur of her homeland?
Here? Nothing. Cold mist and flat and sparse stands of small woods…no mountains, just flat cold and grey snow and skies devoid of character. Where was the Aurora here?
Ugh.
“Oh come now,” her daemon remarked pleasantly, flowing down her arm where he had been coiled as a serpent and pacing at her side, for the moment in the form of a tufted-eared cat that she wasn’t entirely certain of. “There must be something interesting to do.” He was more bright-eyed than she, and he drifted away from her briefly, inspecting other daemons. Lena snorted and shook her head, thoughtfully adjusting her skirt. The fur ruff she had elected to wear was far beyond what was necessary here, in a place where winter was not so dead cold as she was familiar with.
I’m lost here she thought in Sverig, glad that at least her daemon understood the language. She spoke the language of the Britans, but…not well. Sighing softly, she cast about for someone, anyone, to be around and caught sight of an oddity. A young man with hair white as new snow, trailed by…she wasn’t sure what it was called in the others’ language, but the Sverig was enhorning.
Bit of a fjolla, she thought to herself, and her daemon snorted.
“Pretty does not make a nancy boy,” he answered, though his voice held good humor. Frowning, Lena sighed and approached Saren.
“Hallo,” she said lightly, for the moment sounding friendly to the peculiar young man. Her daemon hung back, standing behind her legs and peering at Beinmir. “Your daemon is…pretty?” she shrugged helplessly, gesturing at Saren’s daemon in the most explanatory way she could. “Your language…I know it…unwell?” Not right, she didn’t think. She grimaced. “My name is Lena Gyllensvard…I am new here, from Scaandiva.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 2:58 am
Looking through the school he was not finding anyone he knew before, he could not even spot any of the teachers he knew, my was it that long since they had departed? Mir suddenly distracted him, nuzzling his face with his velvet feeling nose before giving a tug to his hair making Saren laugh as he batted the over hyped daemon away. A sudden voice and both human and daemon looked up, there a blond girl stood a Daemling by her side shifting and changing. The simple hello was friendly enough and he turned violet eyes to hers and smiled softly. “Hello to you, don’t worry about a language problem, you will learn it better in time.” His voice soft and kind like silver bells he spoke again, slow and easy.
“Thank you, he is my most beautiful friend.” With the complement cloven hoofs lightly tapped on the floor and a laugh like sound escaped the unicorn’s mouth. Turning his eyes to the Daemling Mir lowering his head enough that had the Daemling been more solid he could inch forward and touch him. “My name is Saren, and really I have no real last name, but this fellow here is Beinmir,” and Saren reached out to stroke the deer like body of his soul. His last name, really he had none for children abandoned did not have them; and he was never adopted so he did not even have that. He did make one for himself, but he never really said it.
“Hello little Daemling, are you two having fun,” Beinmir asked with a voice just as gentle and soft as a falling feather. “Sometimes these occasions can be boring, but really it is just nice to get away from class and talk to people.” Beinmir did not bother to say he and Saren had just got back from a run, really both of them were tired from that but it was just so good to be back they remained standing and eyes open.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 6:13 am
 As the couple she'd been planning to invade got up to dance, Sang began once more to look around for a place to sit. There was one table filling up with boys who didn't seem to like each other, and one boy with a very strange daemon was being engaged by a very tall girl who seemed to be wearing boots under her dress. There didn't seem to be anybody she knew there, until... Annie! "Annie! My savior!" she called, picking her way across the floor to where she could see the dark-haired girl, radiant in a lovely white gown. Sang smiled widely at the girl,embracing her friend with one arm, the anglerfish clutch accidentally smacking her in the back. She attempted to balance the tower of pastries with the other. "Help me eat this stuff!" As she looked around for an empty table to sit at, her daemon examined the cheetah following the other girl. Sang looked down at the slender spotted cat. He was quite a handsome beast; very dignified and intelligent-looking. Nodding at him, she addressed him directly. "My, you've changed! Pieuvre says he likes it; the spots look good. He still can't decide what he wants to be... heck, he can't even decide what his name is!" Or maybe I just like your nicknames. "Personally, I'm hoping he settles soon. But it's all up to him, y'know? You do look quite nice, Mr. Inaki. And a cheetah; that's new! I don't think I've seen anybody else here with a cheetah daemon." Sang had never seen a live cheetah, per se, but she knew what that tear-marked face belonged to. Pot calling the kettle black, Sang."So," she said, returning to Annie, "I see a table over there. Why don't we sit down and make some headway on these things? And then we can find dancing partners. Or something." She'd never been to a ball before... and it was showing.  Meanwhile, two of the chaperones filtered into the hall. Colonel James Callahan, escorting the lovely Miss Aylana Larossen, was in the highest of high spirits. His gigantic Barbary lioness daemon, however, was not. Her human had attempted to put tinsel and holly around her neck. The nerve! He was a military man, and he was supposed to have military dignity! Growling softly to herself, the lioness's keen eyes scanned the dark corners of the room, seeking improprieties. "Tch, Bala! I'm certain that the young men and ladies of Jaradin will uphold the most stringent standards of honour at this ball, wot!" he said, ruffling her ears. The lioness murred, shaking her head. Right. Right. Teenagers and young adults will behave. Of course. As he ignored his daemon, he turned to his date. "Miss Larossen; might I find you a table and then perhaps some refreshments? What would you care for?" He had found himself a bit peckish, but first the lady must be taken care of.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 9:11 pm
Like I said, a fjolla.
"You're right...unfortunately."
I'm always right.
Lena's daemon ignored her haughtiness and snorted at their mostly-silent exchange, shifting out of the cat shape and into one of a lithe, delicate deer with a magnificent rack of palmate antlers. He stepped forward and sniffed the enhorning with interest, glancing back at Lena. She was sizing up Saren with distaste, having already decided that he was only going to be pretty and airheaded and self-absorbed and stupid.
He's talking to me like an idiot!
"Use it. The less he realizes you understand, the better your position. Just like the Njorska, Lena. Use it to your advantage."
Lena sometimes wondered if other daemons egged their humans on like that. But in truth, it didn't matter at all to her what the daemons of other people did. If they wanted to be consciences, that was their business. You couldn't get very far if all your daemon did was nag. Her expression remained fairly blithe and she gave a wan smile to the young man. "Hallo, Saren and Beinmir. Mine has no name yet."
The daemling's ears had just caught the einhorning's voice, and for a moment he held his fallow deer shape, but he lost it quickly, dissolving into a flurry of feathers and fur and ending in the shape of a massive but squat animal with a mouthful of deadly teeth. Wolverine shape was effective for showing peevishness, he had found. Maybe he wasn't being patronized yet, but it was just a matter of time. "It is interesting. Your culture is strange," he remarked, voice on the pleasant edge of flat. Luckily, there was no language barrier between daemons, and he did not struggle the way Lena did.
"It's different from where we were born. Your weather is boring."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 10:12 am
Colton nodded with a small smile. "I'm sure if we try we'll get a few people to come around at least. We should be making friends... We're all here to go to school, and should have some fun while we're at it." He looked to the table spread out with all the food and put a few things onto his plate - mostly what he'd never tried to eat before. Might as well try it.
"Hm... I think I'm going to do something with languages, and obviously a science. Working towards becoming a doctor." He smiled to Priscilla. "I like to help people."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 1:49 pm
Beinmir was delighted to see the Daemling change to a deer, nickering softly he held fast and let himself be smelled, the Daemling had no smell or touch to him yet, in due time it would however. Saren looked to the girls eyes, he felt uncomfortable from a look that he could only see as distaste. “Oh, well Beinmir did not get his name until he was a settler, then he told it to me himself.” Saren had much love for his daemon, Beinmir was himself after all and what his soul sang out. People who disliked their daemon disliked themselves, and Saren could not see himself ever disliking his soul.
Beinmir snorted and tossed his head, mane flickering around like liquid silver. This duo was not very kindly, and Beinmir tilted his ears back sensing emotions shifting. When the Daemling spoke he looked at it level, tail moving behind him like a whip and his horn gleaming in the light. “Our weather, it is not ours no more than it is yours. Saren and I were not born here either, we grew up in warm places with large fields and forests everywhere and creeks and rivers twisting around ancient trees.” Beinmir snorted and shook his head again; one cloven hoof struck the ground in agitation.
Saren could feel his Daemon getting agitated; he also noticed relief now that the Daemling could not touch him. When a hoof struck the ground Saren reached out and put a calming hand on the white flank. “My, seems the daemons are having a bit of a tiff over something.” Saren did not listen when Beinmir spoke to another Daemon, though he easily could, without permission or a go ahead he respected the space.
Saren was thinking of going to get something to munch on for Beinmir, glancing toward the area where he had last seen a owl of flowers, he spotted another boy doing the same and talking to his daemon out loud. He was too far away to see, and Saren shrugged and turned violet eyes back to the girl before him. He smiled kindly and warm to her, a silent apology for having looked away for a moment.
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