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"I like that. It's cute," Chaya put in. "And spooky."

The paper airplane floated through Katrine's head on its way across the room, making Katrine shudder a bit but when she looked in the direction of it, Amarus was there talking to her. It took a moment for her gaze to focus on the other R.A. "Fools... Jesters to entertain a court. Riddles and jokes and dances spun out in fancy bright colours for applause and sometimes laughter. Is our symbol meant to encourage such things?" She shook her head negative in lieu of a verbal answer as she looked to Tybalt and his suggested drawing. "Perhaps that in a frame for our crest then, as I said?"

The ribbons withdrew almost immediately and she cast a sidelong look at their owner before turning back to the discussion, a small smile playing across her lips.

"Well, ah," Amarus began, searching for Katrine's name and drawing a complete blank, "not all of us are that kind of spirit. I, for one, am made to entertain," she said, with her mirror-silver eyes and blank expression making it unclear as to whether or not she was joking. She wasn't, in fact; her subspecies was made to enthral, like insects in a spider's web, and wither away at the body while the mind never knew. Fun, that was what it was.

Amarus glanced over at their third RA, Lattice, thinking creepy: the way she was tapping her fingers together. And the thought that followed that was: Most excellent. She hadn't had much experience with Lattice before, it was true, but that should change now, shouldn't it?

She hadn't really noticed Siobhan clinging to her ankle, but Amarus was perfectly happy to have the ghoul there. When Frost pointed it out, she said: "I like her there, it's cozy."

"Well, who have we not met yet? I have said hello to... nearly everyone, save perhaps that ghoul who snuck in a bit ago, and ah, the small round one on which Tybalt is sitting?" Admittedly, she had not bothered to ask most of them what their names were- she would have forgotten, anyway, which was how she justified it. She was new to this whole being social thing and at best she seemed to come across a little militant rather than encouraging. Thank jack for her aura.

Katrine nodded solemnly, smoothing the front of her skirt down as she listened then it reminded her of her as of yet unfulfilled quest. "I am called to Grief, mirror spirit, my name is Katrine. Do you know the agents of the King? I seek them."

It was then she heard Frost speak and she turned abruptly away from Amarus, blinking. The King? It resonated with her a moment, "The King?" She reached out to wrap a hand around the boil's shoulder, head tilted to the side as emotions flooded her system, their source unknown, and it left her slightly wilted, the aura of grief she carried with her thicker then usual. "This king is no Great King. No Seven serve this one. False idol, no voice to call promises of Grief or Pride." She wrinkled her nose, and having completely forgotten about Amarus, and more then a little disconnected from present company, she drifted away from the group to perch soundlessly on a couch once more.

Amarus was laughing as Siobhan rolled back and forth. It was a much softer sound than Amarus was normally capable of, a rare moment of unbridled contentment. Memories of Siobhan were as old as almost any of her memories were, which is to say she was one of the first students Amarus ever met, and for some reason one of the very few untainted in her mind by the recent bad dreams, the memory fragments. "Is it, now? I am glad we are friends, Siobhan, even if you are very loud. Would you like a piggyback ride later?" Amarus asked, grinning.

Her good mood evaporated suddenly, and her jaw set firmly, her mirror-silver eyes flashing. Amarus changed stances rapidly, trying not to dislodge Siobhan despite her sudden irritation; "False idol?" she asked, as Katrine drifted away.

She looked at Frost, doing her best to remain silent and still; she could not simply take this student to task, but she looked to Frost for a more, ah, delicate approach to the situation-- if he was not bothered by the treatment, then she wouldn't be bothered. But still, it had been odd. She shut her eyes, and slipped a hand into her outer robe looking for the vials that held her essence. Just touching them made her substantially calmer.

Everything that had set her to anger melted away as her Lotus Eater nature overcame it. She was not rash. She was succinct, decisive, swift to cut down anyone in her way. But this was just a dorm meeting, she was here as an RA now and not as Amarus, Lotus Eater. "I think you are a fine King, Frost," she joked, the corner of her mouth curling up. "Siobhan, if Frost were a king, what do you think you and I would be?" she asked, continuing to joke.

"Yes, please do speak louder if you have an opinion you'd like to input," she encouraged quietly a wider smile on her usually neutral expression. There were moments where Lattice was playful and this was perhaps one of the few times.

At the introduction she nodded slightly, "I am Lattice, I am pleased to meet you." She gave a small quiet bow. "I hope we find a suitable mascot and motto for us. Did you see anything that you enjoyed out of all the suggestions?"

Well, if Amarus was alright with it and Siobhan was happy, who was he to stop them from enjoying themselves? "So long as you both are happy, I am content. As for introductions-"

Not a King?

Ears went forward, instinct rising up to claim some sort of dominance. "I am not the King, only known to some as King, and while I do think myself as great, I do not claim to be great." His pride was his own though. "You speak of seven and false idols- I fear perhaps you have mistaken the name given to me as one of rank by chance? I am called King. Though I am not a king. Plus I would not promise grief nor pride to anyone. Only my aid if they had need of me. My rank is more one of an alpha than a king." He was confused, but bit back his urges to start acting like a boisterous alpha. There was a time and place for his instinct and this was not it. Even if it ruffled his fur a bit, casting some snow down towards the lounging Siobhan.

Rather he just kept his ears forward and tail raised, only shifting to place a hand to Amarus's shoulder. It was much better to be soothing than acting ready to test one's strength.

"I apologize miss, if my name has offended you in some manner."
Eye flicked to the third RA and Chaya. Someone he guessed was going to make a friend.

"It is a very nice design, but I am afraid my input is moot right now considering I am to remain neutral." She chuckled a little bit and shifted her shoulders into a shrug. "If you like it, dearest, then it is more than enough for you to weigh in with."

She wasn't going to allow her opinions to color Chaya's if she could help it at all. Lattice even reached up and gave the ghoul a gentle and encouraging headpat while being mindful of the needles in her arms.