Not Here for the Weather

<font color='#00FFFF'>During the whole incident with Justine's father and Yuin, Drak had not really payed attention. He was once again off in his own little world, waiting patiently for class to start. Finally, Naraku left the class and Drak though to himself It's about time he left! I came here to learn, and I have better things to do than sit here and wait!

As Elethea gave her lesson on anatomy, Drak was a little bored, but he payed attention and made notes on things he thought were important and that he had forgotten, or had never known. He supposed if he wanted to learn how to heal he would have to know a lot about anatomy. Then Elethea gave the class the decision on wether to continue the lesson the following day, or just keep going.

"I would prefer if we just continued the lesson for now," Drak said. He was quite anxious to learn healing magic, for he knew it would come in handy sometime. He didn't show such a strong desire to others, but truthfully he couldn't wait to continue. Drak never wanted to come to school, but by the end of the day he never wanted to leave. He loved to learn, although he did not like showing up at places at a set time everyday. He hoped everyone else also wanted to continue, observing that they were very anxious about learning as well, or so he thought anyway.</font>

 

<font color='blueviolet'>Kuentin had been glad when Naraku left. He didn't like trouble and he could feel the tension between him and Yuin. He had come to the class to learn, not to witness a fight. He relaxed when Elethea began her lecture. Never had he seen Anatomy in such detail and had noted down all the new things, that is, almost everything. Though he had studied Healing for a long period of time, his teachers had always had a different approach to healing,  a different technique. He had never learnt the properties or regeneration. His head hurt a little as it tried to memorise all the terms he had just heard. Though he did feel too much knowledge was now cramming his brains, he loved learning and decided tha, if the others didn't mind, he would enjoy a longer lesson.
- I, too, would like to stay on.</font>

 

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<span style='font-family:verdana'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Yuin didnt really have an opinion on the matter. While it would not have been entirely true to say that she had been held enraptured throughout the lecture, she had certainly not been bored, either. And while perhaps moving on could be interesting too, basically Yuin wanted to do whichever the teacher thought best for them to learn. Yuin was taking this class because she thought she needed it, rather than because she was particularly fascinated by all the minute details or had any particular pre-discovered aptitude for it. But, since she had signed up for it, she would try her best.
Now, she merely said <span style='color:B22222'>"Oh. Um, basically, whichever would best help us learn the basics of Healing is fine with me. If that's by learning more Anatomy, I'm fine with it. But going on to other things would also be cool with me."</span> she spoke to the room at large, although the comment was mainly directed at Elethea - after all, it was Elethea who would know which was best.
She was also careful to avoid Justine's gaze. She was immensely and immeasuraqbly glad that Naraku had gone, but didn't think that Justince would appreciate knowing just how glad. So, she focused on Elethea, Drak and Kwentin. ​

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<font color='blueviolet'>Kuentin grinned as Elethea placed the meat infont of him. Though he loved lectures, he adored above all practical work. He drew the claws of his right front paw, and, using the thinnest and sharpest, he began cutting the surprisingly tender meat. He let his law sinkinto the raw flesh and slowly pushed it forward and stopped once he had cut about 3/4 of the piece. Regeneration was rather different from all he had previously learnt. he had been though to fight the sickness or weakness that caused the wound, pain or disease. He now saw the advantages of Elethea's technique as there was nothing to fight to heal a cut. Using his newly acquired knowledge he retracted his bloody claw before closing his eyes and visualising the different cells. He mentally named the different types of cells then the dead ones and envisioned them coming back together, regenerating. He opened his eyes, anxious to see if he had been successful, but his inipiant smile disappeared as he saw that the meat was still torn. he was about to ask Elethea what he had done wrong when the flash suddenly began to work. Slowly, yet surely, the tear was closing, progressively. Estatic, he looked around to see if Elethea had seen.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Justine cut the meat so it was almost two pieces and then closed her eyes. she invisioned in her head of it coming back together. she opened her eyes and frowned. it was still cut. after waited a minute it finally came back together. a smile then came back to her face</font>

 

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<span style='font-family:verdana'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Yuin closed her eyes, envisioning the slab of meat behind her lids. Carefully she slit the meat delicately with one claw, picturing blood oozing out of the wound in her minds eye. Then, focusing, she attempted to concentrate on the piece of meat in front of her, envisioning the cells regenerating and the gap in the meat slowly closing as the wound healed. Opening her eyes to see if she had been successful, she was sorely disappointed, especially as the others seemed to be doing perfectly.
Trying again, she met with know better luck, but, determined to succeed, she persevered, and finally, upon opening her eyes the third time, she smiled triumphantly - too soon, for, her concentration lost, the meat, which had slowly been sowing itself back together, suddenly stopped all progress. Frustrated, Yuin slumped in her seat, feeling drained of energy. That stuck-up brat Justine's smug smile did nothing to improve her temper, nor the 'pathed comment she overhears as Elethea praises Kwentin.
She remains slumped in her seat, eyes closed tiredly, the chunk of meat still half-healed on the desk in front of her.</span></span>​

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<font color='#00FFFF'>Drak smiled. He had been waiting to attempt magic and now was his chance to prove himself. He sliced through the tender meat, making sure not to slice all the way through. Afterwards he stared down upon the raw meat and closed his eyes. He recalled an image of the meat and he slowly visualized each cell coming together forming bonds and reviving dead cells. He opened his eyes and his meat lay there in the same condition as before. He waited a while, hoping it would start later, like some of the other students, but nothing transpired. He once again shut his eyes and this time whispered to himself, commanding the cells to unite and he visualized each one of the coming together once again. He open his eyes and he saw the meat slowly coming together, but then it stopped. Drak realized his concentration had broken, so he once again closed his eyes and repeated the method. He gave the meat enough time to heal before opening his eyes again. His meat was once again in one peice. He smiled once again to himself; he had just done his first healing spell. Then Drak realized he was starting to get exhausted. Luckily, he was used to magic, and could endure longer and could continue to cast spells.</font>

 

<font color='blueviolet'>Kuentin, still filled with bliss,  noticed Eka as she entered and sat down. He wondered where she came from and why she was so late. Was she new? Filled by a familiar curiosity, he telepathed the newcomer:
{ Hmmm ... Hi there? You are late, you know? I guess you do. You new? }</font>

 

<font color='blueviolet'>{ Don't worry Eka, everyone gets a bit lost at first, but you'll get used to it. My name is Kuentin Amarera. You might need to catch up quite a bit, you've missed most of the lesson. Do you have any classes after this? If not, I could show you my notes and if you so, I might help you to find your next class. }</font>

 

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OOC:​

</span><span style='color:999999'>Sorry it took me so long, had a bit of a writer's block, and then just didnt get around to it... ::sheepish::</span>

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IC:​

</span>Yuin had been staring at the newcomer, but caught herself up at it as Elethea turned back to her.
Giving herself a mental shake, she stammered out nervously <span style='color:FF9933'>"Yh! I-iat glauta! S-shus fyolp ra b-baji c-cemp yv iyo!"</span>

<span style='color:003300'>That came out sounding horrible. I'm just stupid anyway, and Elethea's just too kind to tell me. I should just drop this course, all the other's seem to have no trouble at all, but I can't even manage a simple exercise without teacher's help.</span> she thought miserably.

But she did sit up a little more to pay attention to whatever Elethea had to say.</span></span></font>

 

<font color='#48CCCD'>Kuentin could see Yuin's unease, he decided to telepath her. { Cheer up, Yuin. You know, I've been doing over 3 years of healing and I don't think I was half as good as you when I first started. } He hoped that did not sound plain stupid and answered Eka.
{ Ok then. Maybe we could meet up in the courtyard after this. Oh, do you understand ramathian? Most of my notes aren't in the Modern language. }</font>