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Angela shrugged, stepping out of the shadows and into the light. "I just felt a bit restless inside. It's too beautiful a night to spend it locked in my dorm room. And I don't really know any of my house mates anyway so there wasn't much point in staying there. I thought it might be nice to get some fresh air. That's all there is to it, really."


"I didn't expect anyone else to skip curfew on the first night either. In any case, I'm more of a night owl. I don't really feel tired so.." She shrugged.

She wondered why the boy was still smoking when he had just been trying to cough up his innards. Perhaps he was the sort that thought it made him stand out--or perhaps he was a hopeless addict. Either way, it was kind of sad. That cough hadn't sounded particularly pleasant. Must be sad to have a body that held onto contaminants like that. Though it begged the question why he continued to forcibly shove them in, if it was impacting his health.

If Faeries were strange, other races were just as bad, in their own ways.

"Stuffy, stuck up and overly shiny Fae nobility of the Seelie Court," Angela said. "Well, I mean. The only ones I really have left are my father and uncle. I supposedly have an aunt, but she's buggered off into oblivion and I've never met her."

"So yeah, they mostly just dance around and come up with annoying ways to screw around with mortals and all that. It's actually a bit of a relief to be away from them." She grinned at him. "I'd love to have a life where I could just sail all day. I'm rather fond of boats. They're better than the constant onslaught of fancy parties. There's only so much singing and dancing a girl can handle before she wants to smash her head against something just to make it stop."

"Anyway, what made the guitar playing son of a merchant meander his way over to this school? I was sort of tossed here in the hopes it would improve my attitude or some such."

"Well at least you have the opportunity to come here, and then chase whatever dream you wish," Angela said. "I'm likely to spend the rest of my life running around doing my father's dirty work. It seems to be the only reason he likes having a daughter and considering that Fae live...a very, very long time...well, you can imagine how encouraging that is."

Ugh. She didn't want to discuss this. Hell, for all she knew, her father had some sort of ulterior motive for sending her here, and he just hadn't told her. That would be so, annoyingly, like him. Like that time he'd randomly dropped her in that swamp with the bizarre alligator horses and she had to put up with that knight and that stupid cat lady.

Ahem. Anyway.

"So, right then, let's hear it then. I'm curious about just how good you are with that guitar of yours. I'm pretty much rubbish when it comes to instruments."

Angela flopped down alongside Jukka and laid back on the damp grass, closing her eyes as she listened to the sound of his fingers strumming over the guitar strings. She found herself beginning to relax as he played the quiet, reflective melody. It had been a long day--at the time, she hadn't thought as much about how much she was having to focus on her attitude and behavior but now that the day was over and she was laying here in the dark, she realized how much stress had been building, the entire day.

But this was nice. It was dark, and the cool air was soothing her nerves far more than being shut up in that dorm room would have. And with Jukka sitting beside her quietly playing, she didn't have to worry about conversation or being proper and polite and all that. She could just lay and let the pent up stress drain away.

All in all, it hadn't been a bad day, and she had met some interesting people. She was just going to have to get used to this environment, that was all. "It's nice," she murmured quietly. "You're really quite an adept player, aren't you?"

Once outside, Sethrian knew even less what he actually wanted to do. He sort of hesitated going into the school since there were people in there. And it was a nice day so it probably wouldn't hurt to spend it outdoors. At least with his sunglasses, no one could see his eyes, so people were less likely to avoid him. That was some benefit.

He took to wandering the school grounds, eventually finding himself dithering at the school entrance unsure whether to go in or not.

((short post is short. I need to go take something for this headache. >.< ))

((Heh. I forgot that he can't even sense her presence because she's a ghost and has no body heat. Mwa ha...snakey senses thwarted!))

Sethrian finally made up his mind and started away from the school. For now, he would head into the city. He had an entire week of vacation so there would be plenty of time for reading and such, later on. Besides, perhaps he could find a book store or something and purchase a few books instead of dealing with other students and an the inevitable teachers in the library. He made his way to the school gates, stopping as he got there, to glance over his shoulder.

Odd. It felt...sort of like he was being watched. The hair on the back of his neck was even standing up. But there was no one in sight, and the only heat he sensed were coming from the obvious, visible sources.

He tried to shrug off the unsettling feeling, and shoved his hands in his pockets as he stepped onto the sidewalk outside the school and started walking toward the city. He briefly considered a bus, but dismissed it right away as an annoyance--too many people in close proximity--and decided walking was the more logical choice. If he could just get rid of that nagging feeling of paranoia...

[exit to the downtown thread I suppose]

Kamil Terrace

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Kamil jolted awake from the burst of water. The coolness revitalized him. Kamil shook himself off and glanced at Astrid. She had hosed him down with whater. "What... exactly happened?"