<font color='#00FF00'><justify><font face="trebuchet ms" color=slategray><font color=aliceblue>Day: 13 Month: Dyo Year:r 2</font> Flicking his tail, the agile male pendragon leapt into the air, twisting around to kick a board of wood that was loosely suspended from a tall, very dead, tree. His hindleg collided with the wood, and it instantly cracked from the impact of his muscular foot's firm shove. Breaking into three pieces, one that flung itself at him, the board crumbled as the binding holding it up was no longer succifent. The splinter that was slicing towards him halted midflight as his tail spanked against it, and the wood fell limply to the ground. Arther smiled slightly and nodded, having anticipated just that response to his twisting kick. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but the pendragon hardly noticed it as he nudged the stray splinter over to rest beside its fellow splinters. Once it was close enough to the base of the deceased tree that no one would accidently stab themselves by stepping on it, the teacher eased over to a small pool of stagnant water. Every room in Janardan seemed to be different from the others, though the dorms were mostly the same. The various places that teachers taught, however, were formulated to suit the needs of the class being taught. In the case of Arther, his had various dead trees ranged across the room, with places for boards or other objects to hang from to be. A pendragon dummy lay limply in the corner, waiting to be hauled up and tied to the tree for the beginner classes. The break Arther had just done was one that not even his most advanced students could manage to do, not until they were Masters. Which none of Arther's students had become, yet. Hopefully, one would, eventually, but, as it was, he had not yet been teaching long enough to have anyone who had Mastered his class. As he approached the pristine, cool, water, he lapped up a few mouthfuls, then smiled gingerly at his shattered reflection. Arther patiently moved towards his favorite resting spot, a nook in one of the trees, and flopped to his stomach. Keen eyes were vaguely staring at the tree stump in front of him while he considered the various aspects of his earlier kick, and the one he planned currently. Arther liked to do the more advanced things directly before class, to limber himself, and prepare himself to train the eager youngsters. Or, as it may be, the not-so-eager youngsters. It depended on the class. Thus far, none had sparked his attention beyond mild interest in what they were doing. None had had that flair for Sightless Fighting that might signal a future Master, someone who he could ask if they would one-on-one train with him. Heaving a sigh, the male eased up into a standing position. Flexing thoughtfully, he spun once more, and flew towards a board, intending to kick out with his hindlegs once he got close enough.</justify></font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><font face="lucida sans unicode" size="1">Fixing a sightless, hollow eye on the open storeroom in front of him, Twobit placidly rested on the wheeled stool at his small and cluttered desk. It wasn't much, seeing as he was only the custodian of Janarden, but he did not wish for the luxuries that other teachers had in their office. The small, sidemounted bunk at the back of the room was good enough for his bones, since it was the store cupboard which he really prized. It was a shelved room connected to his housing, a walk-in closet full of various mops, buckets, and cleaning solutions. All concocted by yours truly, as years of Chemistry and Alchemy were enough to teach him exactly the right combinations to create the perfect mix of bleach and other substances. The reason the Janarden desks and floors were in the prime condition that they were, product of his late night sessions to mix up the most potent household c leaner. A fey smile appeared on the edges of his snout, and the large but lanky janitor  leapt from his seat and strolled to the supply area of his office, his eye beady and coy. He'd just cleaned out the most severe parts of the school, so with a slightly disheartened expression the pendragon elevated his left forepaw, a ring holding various keys dangled from his wrist. Geraldo closed the dirtless door and turned about face, casually strolling from his office and shutting the door behind him, a jingle of keys following him all the while. His trademark sound. A contemplated occulus eyed the door ("Twobit, Geraldo" crudely engraved on its rustic finish) quietly, wondering absently whether to lock it or just leave it be. Twobit didn't expect to be absent for an extended period of time, and he would know if someone entered his office anyways. Be it a curious adminstrator in search of important files, or a foolhardy student wanting to be held behind after school. Carelessly shrugging off the suspicion with a wry grin, the custodian stepped away from his dorm and headed down the chilled halls with no purpose in mind. An earsplitting crack dully echoed down the cavern hallway, barely a low rumble due to the vast stony girth of the school. Curious whether this was a part of a class or merely a juvenile delinquent that had messed up in chemistry class, Twobit padded lazily towards where the echo had come from, leading the janitor to a large room barred by a thick door left ajar. A small golden plaque was nailed to its splintered surface, depicitng a teacher's name and subject in tiny print. "Arther Rhapsode, Sightless Fighting." He peered in and spied a midnight hued male, perched atop a dead limb with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. Arther then suddenly bounded from the tree, wings and feet extended in the anticipation of colliding with a wooden board. It was then that Twobit silently strode into the classroom, and interestedly watched the Master absorbed in his profession.</font>
<font color='#00FF00'><justify><font face="trebuchet ms" color=slategray>Arther's eyes were closed tight, but the midnight pendragon heard the janitor come in. His attention wasn't split, however, as he instantly shoved the other 'dragon's prescense into the back of his mind. If the custodian decided to attack Arther, then his attention would focus on the pendragon, otherwise, the other male was currently of no matter. All of this happened in a matter of seconds, as broad wings purposefully propelled him back towards where he had come from. For a second, it seemed that the Master was in retreat from his so-called "foe", however, instead of completely backing off, Arther made a quick boost forward, and strong hindlegs both kicked out at the same time, colliding with the thick board with a sharp crack. The board split in two, half of it tumbling to the ground, the other swinging from the rope that had held the formerly complete board suspended in midair. Retractable claw swiftly unsheathed and swiped at the fibers of the rope, cutting the other portion off as it followed its other half. Beads of sweat poured down his face, going over the trails of the dried sweat from earlier. Arther mentally sighed as his eyes snapped open and focused on the broken board, taking in that it hadn't broken directly down the middle. Although it was only a bit off to the side, certainly a feat in and of itself, to even get close, he didn't like being off in his caluclations. For a second, he forgot completely about Twobit's prescense, and pondered the reason. Ah, that was it, Arther decided, he hadn't come in from the right angle. If he had only been off a little bit to the side... the master, absorbed in what he was doing, swiftly used his wings to propel him back to his accustomed sitting place. Arther sat for a second, sweaty bladed hair tumbling into his eyes as he pondered what he could have done better, to break it more directly, and more efficently. Only then did he recall that he had a visitor. A warm smile embraced the muzzle of Arther as he turned in the direction of the door, rising to all four feet. Sinewy legs propelled him towards the door, and warm bronze eyes took in the appearance of the other that had come to visit, or merely to observe. Vaguely, he registered that he had seen the other pendragon before. That stirred some suspicion within his mind. After all, Arther didn't only know kindly, good creatures. He knew quite a few who were not on the best terms with what served for law here on Ramath-lehi, and he also had quite a few enemies who might like to take him out. Whoever the stranger was, it wasn't an enemy. Arther remembered the faces of every one of his adversaries, and this was not one of them. Unless they'd had a face job. Embarrassed that he had approached and was now staring, Arther flicked an ear in a mildly sheepish manner, though it wasn't very noticable. <font color=steelblue>"Pardon me for not greeting you earlier, stranger, I was a bit preoccupied."</font> Arther said with a warm nod. <font color=steelblue>"I am Arther Rhapsode, as you may have determined according to the sign on my door. Though I recognize you, I cannot place a name with a face... forgive me if I should know, I am somewhat forgetful."</font> Arther and forgetful didn't go together in one sentence. Yet he wondered if he had, indeed, forgotten, or if he had never known. He was about to find out.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><font face="lucida sans unicode" size="1">Twobit's solitary gaze lay silent as ever, as Arther propelled himself from the branch, wings unsheathed. It looked like the Master was hanging back for a moment, hovering over his perch once again; the custodian's face was contorted into a mild curiosity. But alas, the pendragon nimbly reversed his direction and soared towards the hanging wood at the last moment, a dual kick severing it in half. Expecting a triumphant cry or even a satisfied smile, the janitor was surprised when the teacher's visage showed disappointment and cool calculaton. 'Bit was lost for a moment, eyeing both the board and agile pendragon in silence and comparing the two halves. Ah.. one was a scarce inch or two longer than the other, spurred by a slightly off aim no doubt, but that would have been the last of Geraldo's worries if he was in the 'dragon's spot. Heck.. such a display would be ungodly for him to even attempt, as first of all: the lack of wings was obvious, plus the weak state of his elder frame. Being fifty-three or about so, it was more of a dozing fantasy than something to teach other students. The lithe pendragon soon lofted back to his seat, quiet and brooding in response to his performance; both negatively and positively. Geraldo had a feeling it was more critical than complementary, as it usually was with Masters; always striving for their personal and physical supreme. It would be nice to have standards like that, the one-eyed male thought, while absently nibbling on the base of an apparently annoying talon. He lowered his paw, and a depthless gaze was fixed on the earth walls, stone and rugged with the proximity of a few dead branches, as well as a beaten looking dummy. A pang of satisfaction came with the viewing of such well-kept walls, usually something never even looked at; but in the eyes of himself, it was the only surefire way to judge someone. By the way they respected their surroundings and homes, and in Arther's case, impressively indeed. A sage nod was directed to the clean room, already some respect welling up in his mind, an emotion previously thought impossible from such a misleading facade. Of course, the missing eye didn't help much. Movement was detected in the far corner of his eye, causing the ashened mammal to divert his attention from the room's cleanliness and instead focus it on the approaching teacher. His gait was calm, the jovial trot of most scholars here that wished for freedom of speech and sole respect, values held very high in his own list of virtues. Of course, just because one was a staff member at Janarden didn't mean that they were necessarily kind and right, look at Twobit himself. Yes, he was warm and friendly in the midst of mature youngsters or adults, but if provoked he could be downright cruel. Though he supposed such a hidden emotion was present in all pendragons, save for those too nice even in teacher standards, who he personally held grudges against. Geraldo preferred strict- but deserved, discipline. <font color=gray>Djaasemdt. I didn't expect a prior greeting.. nonetheless, an impressive performance, I must say. Twobit: Geraldo Twobit; custodian. The feeling's mutual, apparently.</font> The caretaker smiled and nodded amiably, as without previous counselling with the door plate, he himself would be ignorant of Arther's name. Perhaps not more forgetful than plain occupied-ness, but worth mentioning all the same, he figured. Glancing around the tidy and furnished building with care, Twobit flicked an ear in the direction of Arther, before facing the slim Master in curiosity. <font color=gray>Expecting a class? I might just hang around..</font> He smiled and casually swayed his flame-tipped appendage, ready and perhaps eager to see what he had in store for the younger generation. After all, there wasn't really anything left to clean today, eh? At least, yet.</font>
<font color='#00FF00'><justify><font face="trebuchet ms" color=slategray>Arther continued to smile in a friendly manner. Inwardly, he was a bit suspicious. After all, very few visited him, much less another close to his age... or older, as the other male appeared to be. It was odd, to converse with another who wasn't coming to ask a technical question, or to chide him on the sometimes harsh ways he taught the students of his classes. Personally, Arther thought there was no way for any student to learn how to fight without seeing, unless they were hurt when they had their eyes shut. Unless their sparring partner, with eyes open, landed a few good hits on them. Then they would begin to feel things, lest they get winded again. That was the best way to learn, the only way to learn, this art. It was the way Arther had taught his students ever since he had begun teaching in the first place. His attention was drawn away from considering teaching techniques as the visitor spoke. Arther listened politely, a hint of amusement flickering into his smile. So he had enjoyed the show, eh? Arther himself hadn’t been pleased with being slightly off, but few would have even been able to note the slightly off hit that he had made. It wasn’t because he was a perfectionist, per say, he merely wanted to be and do his best. Arther knew he could hit it perfectly, he just had to focus more. Sometimes, winning or losing a battle depended on that one, perfectly aimed kick. Because there were some who would be able to avoid damage if it were off by even a fraction of an inch. Though he planned to avoid battles, the master couldn’t be too wary when it came to prepping for whatever might come. If he wasn’t prepared, how could he be expected to do what was needed of him when the time came? Registering the words, the pendragon remembered where he had seen the other before. If he was the custodian, Arther had probably passed him at various points, while lost in thought, and merely not spoken or exchanged names with him. Over all, that was a bit embarrassing. While, if Twobit had attacked Arther, he would have responded in kind, the custodian had done nothing of the sort, so the master fighter had ignored him as if he were a wall. That wasn’t exactly the way to regard another pendragon, and Arther wasn’t the type to purposefully degrade another to a lower position by ignoring him/her. Hopefully no grudge was held because of it… Twobit probably got it every day. But Arther didn’t like going with the flow, following the crowd. He’d make a note of speaking to the custodian from now on, in passing. Besides, the other male seemed a likeable sort. Nodding slightly, royal purple ears flicking back and forth once, to keep them from loosing focus, Arther replied to what his fellow pendragon had said. <font color=steelblue>“Glad you enjoyed it. I was less then satisfied with my work, but I am a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to attacks… otherwise I would become bored with the tedious routine of being off the mark. It is truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Twobit. I was expecting a class… mm, but who knows, with young pendragons these days they could be coming later. Of course, that could also be the fault of their teachers."</font> He said with a mild grin, indicating he held no fault against either students or the other teachers. This place was for learning, after all.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><font face="lucida sans unicode" size="1"><font color=gray>We share the same views then. I never scold ones running a bit behind, heh.</font> He flicked his slightly mangled ear outwards, preening the halls with it to sense for any students that might happen to be strolling by; they could use some company at the moment. The conversation was by no means at a standstill, but not quite racing along either, in all truth. Twobit was bothered by it, he was used to word exchanges where the topic was how bland the weather was; a convo when the janitor would actually have preferred watching paint dry instead. Or watch grass grow. It wasn't that he was ignorant, he listened to every word, but that didn't mean that he relished the speeches that went on for eternities in the staff room. Geraldo did not visit the staff room that often, he was usually busy cleaning up a science experiment intentionally gone wrong off the walls or cleaning out a few empty lockets. Besides, he didn't quite fancy coffee or the other goodies the teachers gorged on in their hidden room, don with bright and comfy couches and fluffy pillows. Twobit's back didn't need soft padding or cushions, it was old to the point where he couldn't tell the difference between a night's sleep on a cloud or a rest on a brick wall. For as long as he could remember, Â the custodian was one of those bratty kids, having gotten the whip so many times that it didn't hurt any more, and exploded so many labs some of the walls were black. Supposedly, that was why his eyes was missing, from a rogue shred of shrapnel set aflame and into his eye from a combusting test tube. This often rose the question of why he put so much pressure on the troublemakers, wanted them to change. He humbly responded the same way every time: he didn't want them to end up as messed up as he was, quite frankly. Twobit didn't know better, when he was a foolhardy youngster bent on poking his eye out with metal tongs, or seeing how long he could hold his paw against a bunsen burner before he couldn't take the pain any longer. Those were the good days, he had to admit, but one had to learn from their past mistakes, and be sure not to pass down these faults to future generations. The greytoned flame atop his long tail burned with its usual small radius. It was never the billowing sphere that others boasted, Twobit preferred to keep it at a small and manageable size just ideal for alighting specific chemicals or striking a candle aflame. Besides, if it was huge and raging like many others, he would easily be dead already, since a fire of such size directly exposed to shelves full of diabolic substances would pose a fatal combination. Boom. Bye bye Janarden.</font>
<font color='#00FF00'><justify><font face="trebuchet ms" color=slategray><font color=aliceblue>% out of character</font> <font color=lightsteelblue>You know what we need, Manda? Students. oO;;</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ Aiolos Vhaamanir ¤ #2, Male, 2200 ¤ Elemental Sorcery (A) ¤ Debate (A) \\ Meira Vhaamanir ¤ #5, Female, 1600 ¤ Sightless Fighting (B) ¤ Singing (B) \\ IC Meira noses her was through the hall, stopping every now and then for unknown purposes. Really, she was counting her steps. <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Meira, please. You're going to be late."</span> Meira chuckles at her brother's bickering, <span style='color:#B94B4B'>"Why does it matter to you so much that I'm not late? It's not your class, is it?"</span> Aiolos stares at his sibling, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Meira."</span> The adolescent grins, <span style='color:#B94B4B'>"Don't 'Meira' me, Aio. Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I'm not capable of fending for myself or making my own desicions. My mind is fine. It's just my eyes that are ruined."</span> Birth defect had given her irreversible damage to the retinas. Healing was of no use, because the retinas couldn't be reconfigured to 'normal' as their 'normal' was the mutated cells they were from the beginning. The effect was a greenish tinge when one looked into her pupils, surrounded by a brilliant red iris. But she kept her eyes closed, for the most part. Leaving them open was of no use, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself. Aiolos snorts at her, but says nothing. That is, until a few steps later, they've made it to the door. <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Here it is. Mister Arther Rhapsode's class."</span> Her older sibling's tone was that of skepticism, but she paid him no mind. Aiolos wasn't very social, and rather thought himself better than others. <span style='color:#B94B4B'>"Thank you for walking me, Aio."</span> She cranes her neck up to give her brother a kiss on the cheek. <span style='color:#B94B4B'>"I counted the steps, so I can very easily find my way back to the library."</span> Meira turns and pushing open the door, walks into the room. Aiolos sighs as he watches her go, and a little forlornly, the self-deemed protector of his little sister stalks off, returning to his beloved library, to borrow out more books to read during lunch.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>Lyra looked down at the timetable. She had Sightless Fighting first. It was something new for her but was looking forward for the challenge. Lyra poked her head in to the room that said “Arther Rhapsode, Sightless Fighting" on the door and asked. <font color="9933FF">This is the Sightless Fighting room right ?</font></font>
<font color='698AAB'>Meira turns her head back 'round as she hears someone else enter the room, and ask if this indeed was the sightless fighting class. Well, since that wasn't her place to answer, she doesn't. And rather doesn't say anything at all. Instead, she waits for the other two she could feel in the room to say something, to either herself, or the other, assumed, student.</font>
<font color='#00FF00'><justify><font face="trebuchet ms" color=slategray>Arther chuckled, shaking his head lightly as bladed forehairs tumbled once more into his eyes. They had a habit of doing so that rather irked the royally hued male, but there wasn't much he could do about it. After all, it wasn't as if he could simply order them to stay back behind his ears, or, at the very least, away from his vision. Another, more quiet, chuckle followed, at his oddly irritable thoughts. Why he had gotten so agitated over something that happened quite often was amusing to the male. Perhaps it was simply being in the company of an equal, and someone who could be told his thoughts and opinions without laughing their head off at them. Most 'dragons were so foolish as to think that their views were the only "right" ones, however. Somehow, Arther figured that the custodian was not among them. <font color=steelblue>"Glad that opinion is shared, seeing as most think I am a fool for letting them slip in, without question, if they are late."</font> The teacher commented, tilting his head slightly in an appreciative manner. Before Twobit could make a response, however, Arther heard a pair of padded paws on the hallway just outside the room. Hopeful eyes sought the door, looking for the student, or, dare he hope, students that was coming their way. Keen auditives flickered forward, listening to a brief conversation between the pair. Ah, so only one was his student. Judging by the exchange of words, she was blind, otherwise there would be no purpose in counting the steps. His gaze softened a fraction, though only for a brief second. She didn't need his pity or sympathy, and Arther was relatively sure that she would be a model student. Usually, those without sight found it easier to adapt to his class, seeing as they never had their eyes open, and had no trouble with trying to pinpoint others' movements according to other means. As he opened his mouth to speak in welcome to the newcomer, though, another 'dragon peered in. This one speedily asked the question that should have been evident by the words on the door. Still, it was acceptable for her to question if the words were still correct. Or, perhaps, she was also sightless? Flicking his tail idly, the male tucked his wings close to his body. With an apologetic glance at Twobit, for the teacher knew he would probably become so immersed in his work he would forget about his companion, Arther padded over to the pendragon dummy lying limp in the corner. Strong paws grasped the rope that had been placed perfectly so that he could grab it when he needed the punching bag. Hauling the somewhat heavy thing to its tree, one that was tall enough that the dummy hung as a bipedial 'dragon might have, Arther swiftly, deftly, tied it to its place. A mysterious smile creased his muzzle as he turned back to his students, nodding in greetings to them both, whether or not they saw it. One of his forepaws snaked out to smack the splinters from his earlier workings into a corner, his current discard pile. No reason to get someone hurt because they landed wrong on one of those. Moving over to his second workplace, he knocked those shattered pieces into the same corner with a deft flick of his tail. Looking at the pair of students, he tilted his head, padding over to sit near Twobit again. <font color=steelblue>"Greetings... yes, indeed, this is the Sightless Fighting class. I'm Arther Rhapsode, your teacher, and this is Geraldo Twobit, the custodian of Janardan. He'll be observing today, unless he wishes to participate."</font> Quizzical glance was tossed Twobit's way, in case he did, indeed, wish to join in. <B><font color=steelblue>"Now that I have given both my, and my associate's, names, might we have the pleasure of knowing you two young ladies' names?"[/b]</font></font>
<font color='698AAB'>Meira smiles jovially to herself as someone goes about the room cleaning it up. She couldn't tell exactly what they were doing, but enough to know where they were when they did it. As Arthur questions their own names, Meira grins happily, and gives her information without apprehension, <span style='color:#B94B4B'>"Meira Vhaamanir, sir."</span> She had no fear listing her last with her first. Though Aiolos was quite the arrogant 'dragon, and most found his company quite destestable, she was nothing like her full-blood sibling, and opted to overcome the stereotype set by Aiolos on the Vhaamanir family name, here at Janardan.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>Lyra walked in to the class when she heard the teacher talking. She went and took a seat beside the only other student in the class. She nodded her greetings to the teacher and custodian.  <span style='color:"9933FF"'>“My name is Lyra, Lyra Avalon."</span> Lyra then sat and waited for what the teacher would say next.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Twobit nodded to the both of the newcomers kindly, before tilting his head in Arther's direction. He would prefer to watch these youngsters, and so he stated mentally as to not distract the small females. <font color=gray>{I'll watch.}</font> He smiled and sidled closer to the back of the room, out of the way of the teacher and his entering students; but close enough to catch all the action. This would hopefully turn out to be an interesting lesson indeed. Now, just all he could wish for was the school to not be in shambles by the time he was finished with this break.</font>
<font color='#00FF00'><justify><font face="trebuchet ms" color=slategray>Arther's eyes glinted mischeviously as he glanced at Twobit, expectant for the other male's answer. Before the custodian could reply, however, the teacher's attention was drawn to the first female to approach the door. The blind youngster spoke with confidence that belittled the last name she had uttered. Her older brother, if Arther recalled correctly, wasn't exactly the most popular 'dragon around these parts. Nodding silently, he addressed her with welcoming eyes, though the formal words of his pleasure at receiving her moniker were cut off before he began as the other female also introduced herself. Turning to the other young lady, he nodded in a similar fashion to the way he had addressed Meira, a lopsided smile creasing his handsome maw. It was a joy to have students, and to be able to experience them, and their being here. Wonderful, simply wonderful. Tilting his head thoughtfully, the teacher stepped back a bit, eyeing them both in a contemplative manner. <font color=steelblue>"A pleasure to meet you both. Alright, then, we are going to start with this here dummy, and a few practice kicks... it's really simple, and it should be easy to remember. I'll demonstrate."</font> He glanced at Meira, hoping she would speak to him in a private telepath if she found that too difficult to attempt. Yet Arther had faith in the young female, so he merely pivoted, facing the dummy. Paws churned beneath him as he padded in an easy lope over to it, moving slightly and half-turning, then kicking out with a muscular hindleg. All things considered, a rather simple kick. The dummy 'dragon was low enough that it should be easy for them to hit it somewhere.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>Lyra sat waiting for the teacher. When he got up and kicked the dummy she watched closely with her violet eyes, not wanting to miss anything. She wanted to do it right. She waited too see if the other student would go first, she was in class first anyway. She also didnÂ’t want to give a bad impression on her first class.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: Side-ways kick like a camel, or rear kick like horses? I'm assuming more sideways, or somesuch, due to the wording, but correct meeeeee when I'm wrong! LOL! XD \\ IC Meira listens carefully to his instructions, and pays attention as she feels him move away, towards the assumed thing she'd heard him drag around earlier - for it made the same type of noise when he struck it. Her senses were rather acute, as happens when one loses a sense, the others try to make up for it. Even her body felt sorry for her! But, her hearing, sense of touch, taste, smell, and that 'sixth sense' feeling when one gets tingly on the back of their neck - most often when you sensed you were being watched - were all better than normal. At not hearing the other student move, Meira assumed she was expected to go first. Taking a breath, she stands and trots over to the dummy; she'd guessed where it was both from the sound of it being hit before, and how fast and how far their teacher had travelled to get to it. (Counting her own steps and the speed at which she moved was often how she figured out where she and others were going.) On taking her place in front of the dummy, she releases a rear-legged kick off the left foot, striking the dummy, though off-center. But, she'd struck it, and that gave her a bit of pride in accomplishing something. Another two kicks are launched, the second being off center in the other direction - she'd over-corrected - but the third being closer to the middle of the low-hung dummy. Smiling a bit, the blind adolescent trots back over and takes a seat out of the way, now that the first task was completed.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>After the other student had went up and gave the dummy a few good kicks she went up. She had done the kick before so she didnÂ’t think that it would be to hard. She took her place in front of the dummy and lined herself up. She then gave it a kick like the teacher had shown. It was not right in the middle but a little to the top. She wanted to get it right so she went again and got it in the center. She didnÂ’t smile or any thing she just went to sit beside the other student but she was proud of herself. She than tough to herself that she did not yet know the other students name. She then waited for what the teacher would have them do next.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>Now that Lyra tough about it she had a question. <span style='color:"9933FF"'>“Sir, do I need to be sightless while doing this class should I have something covering my eyes or are we just doing some warm up exercises?"</span>   Lyra asked.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Twobit was quite amused and entertained by the class, not in an ignorant way, but he was truly intrigued. Their kicks sent a small pang of longing into him, ah the days when he was able to do acrobatics like those with so much ease. Now he'd be lucky to escape from one with a broken back, haha. Respectfully keeping his silence piqued, but not his interest, the one-eyed pendragon watched a few moments more, before quietly slipping to the far corner of the room. He liked regarding from a distance.</font>
