<font color='#728FCE'>Kuentin had not questions, though he did feel a little anxious when Elethea spoke of weaknesses: anatomy was his weakness. As far as he was concerned, all he knew of anatomy was where most of a pendragon's vital organs are, nothing more. He did not know he names of the different bones and veins. He wondered whether such knowledge would be required but felt that he might be foolish if he asked. So he just shrugged and said: Nope, no questions. He was getting a little annoyed with Justine. He some how felt she was lacking respect and thought he noted some sarcasm in Elethea's voice. He decided that she (Justine) was probably having a bad day and left that alone. He sat a secretely hoped that someone would ask his question. He knew, however, that htere was nobody left to ask. he would just have to find out, he thought, as he looked in the teacher's direction.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea looks towards the door and the one opening it, slightly confused, but nonetheless welcoming, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Yes? I'm Elethea."</span> - ~ - Anezka peers under Naraku's arms into the healing class. She says nothing, as it wasn't her place to speak, but smiles brightly, anyway.</font>
<font color='#810541'>Justine jumped out of her desk at her fathers voice "DAD!" she ran up to him and gave him a tight hug naraku flinched "well hello Justine, ah could you get off my arm please?" she stoped hugging him "sorry dad" naraku went over to Elethea "can yah heal it or do you want one of the students too?"</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea walks over to him, to get a closer look at the wound. Looking at him and the wound in turn, she questions gently, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"How did this happen? And what methods of healing would you prefer?"</span> The healer hadn't asked who he was, due to the fact that putting him at ease, and fixing his arm, were much more important than names. Besides being followed by a young niotie, one of her students had called him her father, so she had little worry that he was some rougish vagabond.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"i did it to teach a spell to the child over there. I am naraku, im part time here"</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea nods at him, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Alright, hold still please."</span> She places a paw over his arm, and senses the numbing spell he had on his wound. She overrides it and replaces it with her own, techincally more powerful spell, which deadened the nerves in that part of his arm, so he couldn't feel anything. Then, closing her eyes, the healer quickly works in 'sewing' back together the open wound. A bystander would see the wound go through the natural healing process as if in fast-forward. A minute later, the deep nail-wound is closed, healthy skin. That accomplished, she relieves the pain-killer spell as well, awakening 'turned off' nerves in his formerly wounded arm. She opens her golden eyes once more, looks over her work, and asks of him, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"How does it feel now?"</span></font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=VERDANA> Yuin glared at Naraku, slinking down in her seat in the faint hope that he did not see her. If he did, she would have no honorable choice but to start a fight. As it was, her hackles were unconciously raised and she was showing her teeth. A low growl escaped her throat despite herself. Looking arounf hurriedly, Yuin hoped that noone had heard. It hadnt been very loud. To take her mind off Naraku, she focused instead on her growing impatience that the class would begin. It would be fine with her if Naraku just bled to death. But she supposed she couldnt just tell Elethea to ignore him. And now she knew why she had felt such animosity towards Justine. Of course. She displayed the same misplaced confidence as her father.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"well hello Yuin! havent seen you in a while how you been?" he thought this out before he said this because he knew she still wanted to beat the crap ou of him...agian</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea didn't have to hear the growl, she felt the sharp emotion of direct animosity coming from Yuin. And then Naraku's diplomacy, masking a hint of fear. She glances between the two of them, and pats Naraku's arm, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Well, now that you're healed, I think it would be best if I could get my class started."</span> The healer looks to Justine, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Would you please take your seat? If you're adamant about seeing your father, however, you may speak with him in the hallway, and return when finished."</span> Well, at least she was trying. Couldn't blame her for that.</font>
<font color='#810541'>justine down in her seat "okay" naraku asked Elethea something"i could stay if you like as a dummy for there spells and such if you want me to"</font>
<font color='#728FCE'>Kuentin smiled as he saw Elethea operate one of the more efficient healing spells, one he could not yet master. He had been thought do dimilar spells but none that fast. He grinned to himself as he anticipated learning it. How great it would be, he thought, to be able to heal someone so quickly. Kuentin raised a brow as he heard Yuin silent growl. Looking at her, he could tell that she deeply hated the stranger, apparently Justine's Father. But why he could just not guess. Maybe he reminded her of someone... Or maybe she knew him? Kuentin knew it was none of his buissness but seldom did he not try to seek the answers to his questions.</font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=verdana> Yuin grabbed her bag, ready to bolt. No way was she staying in a class with the slimy Naraku. If Elethea accepted, then she was out. And that was that.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea shakes her head, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"No thank you, this is a lecture and discussion class, as of right now. But thank you for the offer."</span>She motions to the door with a paw. - ~ - Anezka backs up, out of the class, and leaves the room, as well as moving down the hallway.</font>
<font color='#728FCE'>Kuentin saw Yuin grab her bag. she looked as though she wanted to run away. This was too much, he could not not ask what was going on. using a special shield spell that wouldn't let any but the reciever hear his message he telepathed Yuin. { Yuin. are you alright? I know this is none of my buissness... And i really should not interfere... But, are you alright? Do you mind if ask what's wrong? }</font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=verdana> Yuin forced herself to relax as she heard Elethea refuse Naraku. She slumped into her seat, then sat bolt upright in her seat as she heard an unfamiliar voice speak inside her skull. It would take some getting used to, this familarity with other strangers. Composing herself, outwardly if not inwardly at least, Yuin replied {Oh, he's just someone I know from days past. Slimy old git. Tried ot put the moves on me and wouldnt listen when I said no.} in as offhanded a tone as she could manage. However, she didnt know Kwentin's trick with a shield so unless his spell covered her answers too, then anyone could here it. But she didnt really mind - it wasnt all that intensely private afterall. She even attempted a smile at Kwentin before turning her eyes back to the teacher's desk.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"i gusese im not wanted here" he glared at yuin. then he went to the closed door and went right threw it "wonder where Anezka went..."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea sighs, shaking her head. She had a duty to keep her students interested and motivated, and a personal quest to keep her environment calm. She was a pacifist of sorts, after all. She moves her attention back to her class, and begins anew. <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Alright, that little project aside.. I'll get right down to it."</span> \\ OOC: So I don't bore you, I'm not going to give you a REAL anatomy lesson. I easily could, but you'd probably never read through it, and it'll save us both time. LOL! But, if you're interested, click here for an online medical encyclopedia. Consider her having lectured for.. an hour? Sounds reasonable. She will have focused on different cell types in each area, since that's how her healing works. (ie, the differences in cell composition that make up each organ; including major and minor vital organs, muscle fibers, ligaments, skin, etc. You get the picture. ) \\ BIC She looks to all of them at alternating periods of her lecture, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"My way of healing is basically regeneration. To do this, one must have an intimate knowledge of anatomy; what I've just taught you.</span> <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"By understanding anatomy, you will better be able to coax the cells to grow, multiply, reattach to one another, or regenerate in and of themselves.</span> <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Some of you may find this difficult, which is to be expected. Everyone must find their own niche in every trade, because there are literally millions of ways to do everything."</span> she smiles. <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"I know I've kept you all here for a long time, discussing anatomy, so I'll leave it up to you by majority vote if you wish to continue. If not, I'll see you tomorrow, at the same time."</span> she sits, and waits, allowing them to discuss it. She was pumped; as she always got excited about talking about her trades; especially healing. But she wouldn't keep them if they had other classes, or must leave, for whatever reason.</font>
