Alterial

Step 2 - Practice makes perfect Lysander crept into the classroom that morning. Or so he would have liked to, because it was hard to control the nagging little cough that was already gaining him some measure. It wasn't something he could avoid, more days than not he was always a little sick even if he could do everything without a problem. Trying to avoid anyone asking him too much about it, he sought out a corner at the back of the classroom, wondering quietly where Sylas had gotten to. It's not like he was particularly fond of the pandra... that actually, maybe he was, but he wouldn't recognize it. He was the closest thing he had to family having wanted to get away from his blood brother. But that he was dumber than a rock... that much was clear. Though speaking of the king of Rome, through the door he peeked out and like an arrow at the sight of him, rushed at him for a quick check. - Are you all right? are you all right? nothing happened to you, did it? I got swallowed up by a

Step 1 - Magic at first sight Wow, that's something he didn't expect. The first thing he does when he arrives at the academy... he loses his first best friend. And what was he going to do if he never found him again. They might adopt him out there seeing him somewhat needy or worse, they might not understand him and think he was somewhat surly (which really, he was, but it didn't enter Sylas' mental conception no matter how much they made him see it). The pandra, in spite of all this mental mess, did not know how to act, when he saw a poisoner passing by, walking with parsimony and looking through the windows. Galerna, on his side, was looking at the windows wondering why he was still studying magic despite the fact that the previous pandra he came across almost humiliated him for his notes. Not that he was giving the subject too much thought, but it still weighed on him. So when Sylas rushed to his side to greet him he almost thought he should escape out the window if he was going