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Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength...

Cristian took the last bite of his apple, and put the book back in his bag before standing up and throwing the core away. He looked around, and felt the warmth from the sun on his arms. He started towards the library, happy to just walk around, but also excited to know what they would be learning tomorrow. Cristian was pulled from his thoughts when he stepped on something. He picked it up, turning it around in his hand. It was some sort of package, and it looked as though it was damaged, maybe tossed around a bit? He finally found a name on it. It was addressed to a Rosto. Hmn... Cristian pondered, before sticking the package in his bag. Perhaps he could ask around the Library for this Rosto person and return his package. He continued towards the Library, and finally stepped into the building. He saw a desk with a woman sitting behind it, organizing books on a trolley of some sort. "Excuse me?" Cristian whispered. The woman looked up, looking startled for a moment, before flashing a professional smile. "How may I help you?" she asked. "I'd like to know where books on Lycan History are?" he asked. She told him what row and section. Nodding his thanks Cristian began to turn around, but looked back at the woman quickly. "Oh, do you by any chance know a man by the name of Rosto?" The woman looked thoughtful for a moment before replying "Yes, he comes in here often, usually in the religious section. He's got red hair, hard to miss really" With that she turned back to what she had been doing before. Cristian decided he would try and find Rosto later, but for now he just wanted to read.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength...

Cristian walked deper into the library, marveling at its sheer size. Even back home there was a library they would visit in the city, one of the biggest in the country, but it was a bathroom book collection in comparison to this place. He looked around at the old, but very clean, wooden shelves. Some books were dog eared and others looked brand new. He even saw at the end of one isle a bunch of scrolls. He wondered when the last time people used scrolls had been. Finally he found the section the woman at the front had specified, and began scanning the shelves.

He walked towards a set of tables, arms heavy with book, and set them down. He took a seat and grabbed a dog-eared paperback off the top of the pile. 'A complete lycan history' circa 1912. Cristian was happy to have such a recent copy, and began to flip though it.

Tika woke up with the sun arm on his face. The dinner the night before was wonderful, although e would have like it better if it had been only he and Emily. He did not feel too disappointed though, because he had the chance to give a new student some valuable information. He sat up in bed and stretched, letting the blankets fall around his waist, revealing his smooth bare chest. He looked out the window and watched the sparkles of the sun glinting off the dew on the grass. Getting out of bed, Tika decided to finish the painting he had been working on for the past week. It was of Emily, an image he had seen whilst walking to his room a week before. The sun was setting and the wind had been quite strong that evening.

On the canvas, he had recreated that moment in his own vision. Instead of the great stone wall that had been in view behind her, he put the lake he so often visited. Her hair was blowing in the wind, orange and red leaves following in its direction, perfectly complementing her hair. The only thing left to do was her eyes. He had saved those for last, because he wanted to make those perfect. He had spent much of the dinner last night looking at Miss Emily’s eyes, and he hoped she had not noticed too much. Now that they were fresh in his mind, he got out his paints and began to finish his painting.

A wise man learns from the mistakes of others...

Rosto was surprised to see his package, and from a total stranger too! "Oh thank you!" He said, taking the tattered package gently from Cristian's hand. He nestled the box under his arm and shook the man's hand. "I thought for sure they would have dissected it." He smiled and looked at the title of Cristian's book more closely. "So you are new here and want to learn more about yourself right? Have you gotten your classes yet?"
...a fool by his own.

((Apologies about the shortness of my post. I am not sure what else to put right now))

Tika was satisfied. He had spent the whole of the morning finishing his painting and now that he was done, he took a step back to look it over. After a nod, he stuck his paintbrush in his hair, held up by the top of his ear, and went to wash his hands. Once he had straitened himself up a bit, he exited his room wearing a loose silk, button up shirt with the top few buttons undone to show his smooth chest. His pants were brown leather breeches tucked into tall, black and shiny boots. Just for a touch of color, he added a burgundy sash around his waist. His jet hair, as always, was pulled back into his signature braid, his unruly bangs falling over is amber eyes.

Briskly, Tika took a stroll out on the grounds, seeing the students, fresh from the nights sleep. He nodded and greeted those he knew and smiled at the few he did not. He spotted a student sitting under a tree, braiding her hair. Tika smiled and greeted her with “Good Morning.” before continuing on his way. He stopped by the café and took up an apple, shinning it on his sleeve and took a bite. Supreme taste! Please with himself for being awake at such a glorious time of day, Tika continued his stroll, humming a tune between bites of the juicy apple.

A letter was delivered to each room this morning. You will find it in your room.
The exact time or way it was delivered is unknown to all but Alistair. The letter reads as such: