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"Yea, I guess so." Varnis said as he let Raiden go, and stretch his wings some. "I am just glad that Raiden is better now." He said as he watched Raiden fly around the room.

Rain could hear the guys talking from the other side of the wall. She giggled to herself and sunk deeper into the water. Ahh... this is Heaven... she thought to herself.

Diente watched the wyvern fly around the room, "Oh it was sick?" he asked. He never even noticed it till dinner time. Stretching his arms over his head he mumbled several "ow's". once he lowered them he started to rub his shoulder.

"Hm..." Namen was silent a moment, listening to Diente's "ow's" and Varnis's cheerfulness of Raiden being better. She stood. "I suppose I'll go to the library and get some homework done. I have nothing else to do..." she thought out loud. She could still hear rain outside. She had badly wanted to do her homework in the courtyard that evening, but that didn't seem like it was going to be possible. She'd definitely take a dip in that pond she'd heard about when her homework was finished, though.

"I should probably... attempt to do mine too..." Theron thought out loud. For a moment he'd forgotten his predicament, but was rudely reminded when he thought about reading.

Namen frowned, saying a quick "Bye," to Diente as he left. "Too bad I already cleaned up... not like I can sit with the boys anyway." she said, running a hand through her hair to scoop it away from her face. "Last time I did that, I got in trouble."

"You did that?!" Theron asked, standing up as well. Namen raised a brow.

"No harm in my opinion... and yes. Varnis was there, too. Everything was perfectly fine." she sighed. Theron threw a sudden and very hard glare at Varnis.

"I'll go study with you. I need help reading anyway." he said, changing the subject.

"Uhmm... alright. Bye, Varnis! Bye, Gengrou!" Namen called as she and Theron left the cafeteria.

Cyrus had been watching everyone up until this point, and when they started to leave he grabbed a few morsels and ate until his stomach was at least to the point it wouldn't rumble. He never felt entirely at home in a place until he'd had a meal there, but this place was going to remain an oddity to him for some time he was sure. After he finished he rolled his shoulders, trying to work out any kinks left in them.

Getting up, he realized it was time to begin working on getting the materials for his throwing weapons. He knew he had to have candle wax, or some other hardening substance though candles would probably be easiest to come by, and some form of small pieces of metal that were either sharp or could be sharpened on a simple stone.

Exiting the cafeteria, he decided to work on the metal first as he knew it would take a while to gather a suitable amount of the small pieces that he needed. He'd seen lots of tools and such in the stables and decided that would be the best place to start. Looking over the map, he wondered if there was anything close to a blacksmith's shop that he might be able to scrounge some scrap pieces from. As he turned the corridor he headed towards the stables and hoped that no one else would be there to ask too many questions about what he was doing...

Looking over the stalls, Frederick let out a sigh. Of course, he thought, I should have guessed that there would be plenty of manure to shovel. It's not like they have anything else to do here than eat and poop. Patting one of the horses on the neck, he says, "Okay, fellas, I'll get your stalls cleaned up real quick." Grabbing the shovel, he starts to work on the fresh droppings, getting wetter and wetter as he takes every scoop outside to the dumping area.

Frederick continued his work, oblivious to the fact that someone else was in the stables with him. If he had spent more time growing up with horses, instead of working at a forge, he might have picked up subtle clues from the way the horses were reacting, as they ocassionally watched Cyrus search the stables. After a few minutes, Frederick paused as he finished up one side of the stables and prepared to start on the other half. "Those hot springs are going to feel great after this." He softly says out loud, thinking himself alone with nobody to overhear him.

He froze as soon as he heard the other guy speak. Cyrus wasn't sure if he'd been seen or not, but he wasn't used to people talking to themselves so he figured he must've been heard. Reaching down one more quick time, he brushed against three chipped off pieces of metal that had become sharp. They appeared to be broken horseshoe fragments, tiny enough to work for his throwing weapons. Placing them in his pocket he stood up slowly and turned around carefully, a ball of ice forming in his stomach.
When he came up eye to eye with a horse's face he involuntarily gasped. Clamping a hand over his mouth he watched wide eyed to see if Frederick would turn around.