The wind raced past her face as Neona raced. Ryna called out in elven. And the mare went faster. Over the ground,like she was flying. Through the forest, across the glen. Quick light and fierce. The mare raced with a passion for the wind.

Ryna rode. Her hands on the reins. She rode with skill. And the years she and her favored mare shared. Neona knew every call, every mark along this pathway now. She jumped fallen logs and zig zagged through the trees. Ryna laughed and let the wind race past her. They were not hunting, not fleeing. But just ridding.

They raced till she saw something. A building. She looked over her shoulder. She had ridden past the path, way past it. She was north of the market place now. Thankfully she had settled in tot he woods and city well enough to be able to know North from south east from west. But she had never seen the place before her. Large gates seemed bro from large bolder stone walls. The gate was open. The walls seemed to grow from the earth and disappear in to the forest beyond.

Ryna dismounted slowly. Walking towards the gates. They were open. She saw no sign of any guards. But she knew that sometimes magic guarded places. Neona nudged her. Ryna smiled. Then reached up and took the reins. Though she would not usually lead the mare, this was new ground, so for now Ryna would lead the mare gently forward.

She caught a whiff of flowers. Of gardens. Neona nudged her a bit more. "Its alright." Ryna looked back then walked some more. She came to a center circle and saw houses, or manors. Seven of them. Which she was not sure. There were gardens by each. Looking out she could see more flowers more gardens, lakes and trees that bore fruit. A vast grounds.

"I wonder what this place is?" Neona nudged her from behind. Ryna turned to the mare and ran her fingers through her mane. "The gates were open. I felt no harm in going through them. It was as if something drew us here."Looking back to the vast compound.

She had never seen such a place as the compound before her. Taken back by the houses the gardens, the very feeling she got from just standing there. Neona behind her pawed at the ground softly. The voice started her for a moment. She had thought she was alone standing there awed by the buildings before her.

"Hello." She gave a soft smile to the woman with all the flowers in her arms. So many flowers. Each different each more lovely. "Those are lovely flowers." She could never name them all,she noted the roses and lilies. For they were the flowers she could recognize. The contrast of colors, the soft scents that floated to meet her. Ryna watched some of the petals float down towards the ground, and looked over the woman who carried the bundle. A sweep of red hair that was pulled back from a pretty face and green eyes. A white cotton gown that showed signs of being in the garden, with its smudges of dirt and flecks of pollen. The simple shoes, of soft green. A gardener perhaps, or someone who lived at the massive estate.

"I do not mean to intrude. But I was ridding and found myself some how drawn here."She looked back towards the buildings. Neona on the other hand seemed far more interested in the new arrival. The mare walked over and Ryna let the reins go. Neona was a sweet and gentle mare and often got a feeling about people. Neona lowered her head and gave a long look towards the woman and the flowers. The mare gave a nudge to the bundle with her brow tipped nose.

"Neona, those flowers are not for you." Ryna took two fluid steps towards her mare. Taking up the reins easily she gave Neona a long stroke with her hand. The mare gave a toss of her mane."This place, it is amazing. I have ridden through the woods many times and never come upon it." Looking back again towards the houses and the gardens. "The gates, they were open. I do hope I am not intruding on some high lords estate."

Neona looked back with lovely brown eyes. Watching. Her coat gleamed soft white, her mane and tail were ashy gray. And at the end of ehr lovely white nose was a smoft smudging of chocolate brown color. Now held back just lightly by Ryna's carefull hand on the reins."Perhaps you are right."Smiling she looked over the estate once more. "It is a lovely estate. I do not often judge by titles, more by a persons actions. But I would never wish to intrude upon someone's land, or home."Looking around with wide wonder still as she spoke. "What a wonderful place. I could see how one would wish to stay here, even for a little while."

The extended flower was taken with an ungloved hand. "Thank you." Lifting it to her nose to breathe in the scent of the lily. "Its is lovely." She took it a sign of welcome. She tucked it in to her raven hair.

"Mae govannen, Fiona Knightfall. My name is Rynallae Mara Tira?allara." The spoken Elven was out of respect, and habit. She let the reins go and held out her hand. "But those I have come to know here in Rhydin call me Ryna." Neona now free moved closer once more. "And this is Neona." She gave her mare a soft nudge with her hip. Neona paid it no mind and went to sniffing at the bundle of flowers once more. A smile bloomed across her face then at the formal welcome. "Bristle Crios."Looking back at the buildings she nodded. "You are most kind." She had been welcomed in full only by Haley and her father. As well as the horses they kept. Mr. Greg had given her the loft she now stayed in and the job she now adored.

Gazing back more towards the gardens Ryna smiled. Perhaps something had drawn her here,perhaps something good.

Ryna smiled looking towards the houses she wondered what they each looked like within. She could picture them being grand, filled with color, light, texture and form. Like some of the places that Haley had read to her of, of great dukes manors. Places from fantasy and fairytale. She wondered if the manors there before her were all different within or the same. Wondered what sorts of people called them home.

Then looking off towards the gardens again thinking on them, they would be wonderful to wander guided or alone. Filled with sights,sounds and smells. The colors of the blooms bright and full, the greens of leaves. The scent of roses and lilies. The feeling of grass. Looking back to the flowers within Fiona's arms Ryna could almost picture them within one of the great manors. They would fill a space with a pop of color, and scents to warm and entice.

Neona eyed the flowers as well but for other reasons.

" I have never seen manors such as these before. It would be interesting to see what one looks like within. I can almost picture those lovely flowers within some glass vase upon a grand table." Looking back to her mare then away towards the gardens. "The gardens perhaps I could explore more later? For I have never shied away from outdoor explorations." Neona gave Ryna's side a nudge. The mare wanted to wander too, Ryna could just tell.

"Is there some where I could take Neona to' I would not want her wandering and nibbling on any of the fine flowers." The mare gave a snort to that. "She is as curious as a small cat sometimes." Neona gave Ryna a nudge again and Ryna chuckled lightly. "You are curious my sweet Neona." She gave the mare a soft pet along her long nose. Neona nuzzled that hand with closed eyes.

"Just some where I could tie her off lightly. Or a stable stall she could stay in.I promise then she will not be curious and go eating your lovely garden grass of flowers." Said looking back to Fiona.

Upon Ryna's agreement, Fiona would lead her to the side of Eternal House. It was a large building, with several stories, much like the other six Houses in view nearby. Each had its own unique look. One House looked like it could have been an old gothic church with intricate grey stonework creating edged patterns and arches. Another House featured a tutor inspired design with expansive bay windows and defining large chimneys. Yet another gave the appearance of an elegant Victorian castle in light sandstone with rounded towers extending into the sky.

Eternal House, itself, almost surpassed any overall architectural distinction. A dome topped conservatory extended from a flat roofed Hispanic baroque styled section of the building with a defining arched wall. As they would walk around to its side, an sprawling lake could be seen not too far from its rear. A flowing stream stretched out from the lake and disappeared into the woods surrounding the property. The area around the lake and house was mostly open land with the exception of the gardens and ornamental trees.

Once they would arrive to the covered patio, Fiona would wait for Ryna to contain Neona. The canopy was a simple, light beige canvas that reached over the area secured to metal beams and four thick metal posts. The fabric top hung over from it's A-shaped frame. Butted up against the four posts along the ground was aged wooden beams that provided the frame outline for the stone mosaic pattern of the floor. Flat stones of all sizes made intricate sweeping motions in various directions out from the center of the squared shelter.

While Fiona waited, she would lay down her bundle of flowers on a wall ledge outside of Neona's reach in the shelter and collect some water in a large watering can nearby. Fiona would bring a small empty pot that had been laying out for one of the plants in the garden, set it out under the shelter, and pour some of the water into the pot that had not yet been drained with holes for the mare to drink from while she waited for them to complete their tour. Fiona had offered a gift to the rider. Now it was time she offered something to the steed.

Fiona smiled graciously as Ryna picked up half of the flower collection. She selected the remaining bouquet and began leading her back to the front of Eternal House. She said, more relaxed and lightheartedly, "I think it would be best to begin at the beginning, or in this case, the front door." As she walked, she began giving her a brief history.

"Morgan Doyle founded the compound a long time ago after the nexus took him from his homeland of Ireland." Fiona had worked hard to remove her Irish accent, but it always crept through when she said "Ireland". She continued, "Eventually Miranda Branson was brought to Rhydin from the nexus and reunited with her long lost love, but their time was again cut short. In a valiant effort, Morgan lost his life to save Miranda and all of Bristle Crios."

They approached the two large wooden doors to Eternal House. Fiona opened one and allowed Ryna to go in first, out of respect. Once they were both inside, Fiona led Ryna into the first room nearest the front door, an elegant sitting room. The walls were covered in a rich carmine red wallpaper with a classical floral design in monochromatic tones. Elegant rugs covered the dark cherry hardwood floors. Plush Venetian red velvet seating surrounded the dark walnut brown fireplace with hand carved scrolled designs. Bookcases extended halfway up around the room to display many books and crafted statues. Large bronze bowls extended from the ceiling in matching chains, holding a warm glowing light. Multiple antique paintings of people long ago forgotten hung on the walls, giving them life eternal, immortalized in oil colors and cracking paints.

"This is one of the sitting rooms. Others might call it a reading room. There are many common spaces in each of the houses. There is a lot of red used in Demon House, as well. I am officially a part of Demon House, but I stay here with my husband?" Fiona trailed off a moment. She continued smiling but her smile became vacant. Looking out into the room, but her eyes lost that friendly luster as she became lost in thought. Their second year anniversary was coming up soon. He went missing just a few months after they had wed and was away for a year. When he returned, he told her about his harrowing tale. She did not find any fault in him for going, he went to rescue his brother, but she would always regret the time they had lost. She didn't realize it until now, but her story became much like Miranda's. She, too, was lucky enough to be reunited with her lost love. She just prayed that their love would not meet the same end as Morgan faced.

""Kristoph," she concluded. It felt odd saying it, not because she was not used to him being home, but because she did not call him that.

Fiona turned back to face Ryna, her friendly, gleaming eyes focusing on her as she continued in her speech, "He acts as one of the advisors for this House while I am still an advisor for Demon House. Each of the houses have a few people who work closely with their House's basic functioning like ordering supplies, keeping track of the census, acting as a mediator to members, and other similar purposes. Others work to defend the grounds, or tend to the gardens and orchards, and everything in between." She said sweetly, "Everyone finds something to accomplish here. There is no job too big or too small; every task is vital and every person is important.?

"Yes," Fiona answered as she began to lead Ryna into a large library nearby. There were several floors of walk-around balconies lined with bookcases built into the walls. Above the large open room, colorful hand painted murals decorated the arched ceilings. Antique cherry wood desks and display cases sat out, providing the room's few furniture pieces. A few overstuffed chairs provided a soft spot to curl up and read. The whole room was bathed in a supernaturally bright radiance, more then what the few large oil burning lamps and colorful stained glass windows would have allowed, and perfect for reading into all hours of the night.

Fiona continued, "The houses each have a certain" demographic we try to accommodate due to their certain" needs."

She was used to speaking more cryptically in the presence of strangers, but she began to open up. "Mage House is designed around those with magical abilities. It boasts rare herb gardens for its potions and extensive libraries of spell books. Alchemy House is set up for those who specialize in science. It comes equipped with custom made bunker rooms for experiments gone awry. Warrior House is set up for the fitness enthusiasts, with all types of gymnasiums and physical training rooms. Demon House provides a source of shelter for demonic entities and the undead..."

Fiona looked to one of the books on display. She purposefully left out which she classified as in her own House. She only assumed she was undead. Tied to a stone carved Tau Cross on her small hometown of Tory Island, she had been stoned by some of her own people. Dry lightening had struck the Tau Cross before she was dealt the death blow. She went unconscious and awoke miles inland on the main island of Ireland. It took her time to come into her abilities and be able to control them, though she mostly controlled them now by not using them. She could only pray that she did not earn them through some unremembered pact with an evil entity in order to gain eternal life thereafter. If so, her classification in her House would be much different.

Turning back to Ryna, Fiona continued, "Werewolf House has a natural theme to its d"cor and can claim the compound's best outdoor fitness equipment and trails. Vampire House's main features are its solar reducing layout and draperies and its special "wine" cellar underneath the House. This House, Eternal House, contains many libraries granting information about all types of mythological creatures and ancient forces. It is rumored that some of the books, when taken from the libraries, will return after an extended period of time, to ensure their secrets can not be hidden away and lost forever. I do not know if that is true, but I like to believe it is. At least, those are my favorite elements in each House. I am sure if you asked another member, they may give you a completely different rendition of the Bristle Crios estate."

Fiona answered, "I like to think so. I am sure it depends on the natural ebb and flow of the nexus. We are happy to take in lost souls and help them to branch out and form lives of their own. As a result, people come and go everyday here. Some more permanent members move off the ground while still remaining as working members on the grounds. Others build families. It truly depends on the circumstances. We are seldom at full capacity, but most people seem to be willing to give up a little space to help lend a hand to someone to needs the room."

She smiled as Ryna seemed to take an interest in the books, one book in particular, even. Fiona said kindly, "You are welcome to take a book home with you for some light reading if you like, or you can come back anytime to borrow more if you like. I only ask that you may return what you take, unless you would like to test the rumor and see if the book returns on its own."

She turned towards the door. Looking away on purpose, she wanted to allow Ryna to take any book that caught her interest without having Fiona see which she selected. Her interests were her own. Beginning to walk slowly from the library into the hallway, Fiona wanted to allow her enough time to take a quick glance around to select a book. She intended to then walk into the dining room closest to them.

The bold fireplace was lined with small tiles in mahogany brown, deep cherry red, bronze, and gold. A large mirror above it was surrounded with stunning wooden shelves accented with spindle posts. Golden urns and other trinkets were on display. Patterns upon patterns in the wallpaper and fabrics mirrored the same hues as the tile. The only plain surface was the large wooden dining table, seating eight. There was an empty vase on the table, undoubtedly for the bundle of flowers they both shared in carrying. Suspended over the table was a bronze chandelier with heavy opaque glass bowls. They emitting a soft glow upwards, drawing attention to the ornate ceiling medallion above the chandelier.

Fiona added her own flowers to the large vase and looked to Ryna. She said kindly, "We have a guest bedroom nearby that is vacant. I would love to be able to show you a room in case you should ever need to join us for a stay."

With her permission, Fiona would begin to lead her to the hallway and up a staircase by the dining room. She used the lull in conversation to ask about her new guest. Before asking anything, Fiona was usually careful not to ask questions that would pry or become too personal. She tried to ask open ended questions to allow her the opportunity to answer as much or as little as she wished to divulge. Privacy was important to Fiona and she respected other people's privacy as a result. Making a bit of small talk on their quick journey, Fiona asked, "How long have you been in Rhydin?"

Once on the second floor, the available bedroom was directly next to the stairs. Fiona listened intently to her answer as she led Ryna up and into the room.

The guest bedroom was in all tones of gold. A shiny golden mantle housed tan mosaic tiling surrounding the fireplace that provided a light glow onto the bed. The bed frame was a hand carved honey maple wood. The pillows and bedspread were in a rich camel color, sewn with intrigue swirled designs giving the monochromatic bed a unique texture. The dresser, nightstands, and other furniture pieces shared the same honey maple wood. Creamy pine thick slatted shades hung over the large windows. There were many angles in the walls of the room, giving more space and definition to the room than a simple box layout. Overhead, a gleaming golden ceiling was comprised of raised detailing and molding to create special shapes and patterns. Wall-to-wall simple beige carpeting covered the floor, giving warmth and a muted tone to accentuate all the glistening golds and textures in the room.

Once inside, Fiona gave a bit of an explanation of the sleeping arrangements. "Each living space is a little bit different. Most have private bathrooms, like this one. Not all have them, but there are plenty of public restrooms in each house. Some of the living spaces have small kitchen areas and some have little sitting areas. Some personal living spaces have a full kitchen, living room, office, and several bedrooms. The space allotted depends on the needs of the person and their family and guests. Each person is able to decorate and furnish his space how he chooses. The only real restriction we impose is when one intrudes on another person's space or well being, though that goes for much more than just decorating.?

"I think that sounds wonderful," Fiona smiled as she spoke. "I will make sure fresh towels and other supplies will be brought to this room for you. Make yourself at home. If you intend to stay up late, you might like to sit in on one of the last night classes at our academy. If you prefer to stay in, you can curl up with one of the books from the library. You are welcome to go out now or in the morning it you would like to explore more of the grounds and the houses." She just liked to give her options.

She continued thoughtfully, "Do not forget to settle in Neona for the night. I doubt there is a stock of hay in the pantry, but I believe we have carrots and apples to appease her. While you are in the kitchen downstairs, you are invited to select something for yourself to eat before bed. We keep a variety of fresh meats and produce on hand. You may prepare anything you like. We only ask that everyone clean up after themselves when they are finished."

She paused then and bit her tongue. All too often she had been affectionately accused of mothering. She knew Ryna didn't need to be reminded to check on her horse. She knew she didn't need to encourage her to eat. She knew she didn't have to persuade her to clean up after herself. Sometimes Fiona couldn't help herself. She just liked to care for people.

Fiona began taking a quick assessment of all the things that needed to be done. As the leader of Bristle Crios, Miranda would be alerted to the new guest. Fiona would tell her husband as well, since he helped to oversee the house she would be staying in for the night, Eternal House. Ryna would be included in the census Fiona kept track of amongst her many secretarial duties. On top of all that, Fiona would make sure that she or another member would check in with Ryna in the morning just to see if things went well during her stay.

Fiona asked simply, "Is there any other assistance you will need"?

Fiona smiled at the thanks and said kindly, "It was my pleasure. I hope you enjoy your night. Stay as long as you wish. If you need anything, be sure to ask. Everyone is usually able to lend a hand, or at least point you in the right direction. Good night." With that, she nodded politely and left Ryna.

Fiona intended to bring up the fresh towels and other little snacks and supplies while Ryna was out caring for Neona. Hopefully by the time Ryna got back to her room, she would find extra towels and washcloths in the bathroom, a gift basket waiting on the nightstand, and a fruit basket with various fruits and wrapped candies on the dresser.

The gift basket of supplies for the night was stuffed full of many odds and ends. There were a vast array of different hand made soaps available to the Houses. Fiona selected earthy scents she hoped Ryna might enjoy. She provided two small one ounce bars of vegan soaps in the gift basket. The wood and clove soap contained natural essential oils of Amyris, Cedarwood, Clove, and Anise, providing a spicy woody blend. The citrus cedar sage soap was made with essential oils of Lemongrass, Cedarwood, Clary Sage, and a hint of Orange. Even though they were small bars, they provided a soothing scent for the entire room.

A variety of small blue colored bottles in the gift basket had their contents hand written on a textured paper tag secured with thin twine. One simply said "Shampoo" and contained shampoo mixed with a blend of carrot oil, rosemary oil, lavender oil, and tea tree oil, all known for their natural hair stimulating and enhancing qualities. In case Ryna would prefer not to bathe, there was a small bottle labeled "Dry Shampoo Powder", made of purified talc, rosemary oil, tea tree oil, and lavender oil. Another bottle read, "Hair Oil". It contained almond oil and evening primrose oil, with essential oils of Rosemary and Chamomile, also known for their hair healing properties. There were even bottles for "Lotion" and "Massage Oil". Each selection was just a sampling of the high quality and careful consideration that was always offered to Bristle Crios members and guests.

Once she felt like Ryna would be settled in with supplies, Fiona would get back to the task she had yet to finish ? arranging flowers for the rest of the common spaces in Eternal House.

Ryna finished her meal and dutifully cleaned up after herself. Once her plate and glass was clean and replaced where she had found them. She moved to go check on Neona one more time. She smiled when she saw the mare was well and fine. Having still her hay and treats to nibble on. Ryna knew the mare was comfortable. The eve would soon sink in to darkness. But while the light lingered Ryna took a moment to explore just beyond where Neona was tied off there under that covered patio.

The nearest garden was bathed in the glow of the setting sun. The flowers of the day were closed or closing, the butterflies and bees done for the day were gone. Soon the night blooming plants would open and the baths and moths would come to the fragrance.

Ryna wanted to wander the garden now. But she could wait. Looking back tot he manor she marveled again at its beauty. Closing her eyes for a moment she took in the last scent of the day. The scent of the near by gardens, of the grass. That dim scent of hay. The wind blew through her hair and when she opened her eyes the sun was gone below the horizon and the world was bathed in the lovely beginnings of night.

She heard dim voices and recalled that Fiona had said something about classes being held at night. While the idea of peaking in on such a class at the school was something Ryna had given thought to. She did not want to bother anyone. Yet still she let her self wander tot he edge of the house and look out over the expanse of the grounds. There walked a trio of people heading off for the school, the academy as it had been called.

Ryna watched them go and leaned to the solid wall of the Eternal House beside her. Perhaps in the days to come if she remained here she would be less shy and wander more. For now she turned and headed back for the doors that would lead her within.

She bid good night to Neona before going within, making sure the mare was well settled for the night.

Ryna found her way back to the gilded guest room. And saw that Fioa had left her some parting gifts. A basket lay on the night stand where there had not been one before as well as another basket on the dresser with fruits and brightly wrapped candies. Ryna smiled and set her leather bag, quiver and bow on the bed beside the green bound book she had borrowed.

The basket upon the nightstand drew her first. Sitting on the bed she pulled the basket to sit beside her. Pulling out the items slowly. There were soaps within. As she pulled the first a bar out she held it to her nose. The scent of Cedar,Clove a spicy blend that made her think of rich thick nights at home. She set that bar aside and took out the other. Sniffing it it made her think of mornings, with the scent of orange hinted with more cedar and the scent of sage. They were lovely soaps and surely hand made.

Ryna wondered if such small bars of soap had provided the lovely scent that seemed to waft within the room. Looking back tot he basket she saw many small blue bottles, each had a label upon them, as Ryna had become a custom to here in Rhydin. She took out one at random. That one read "Hair Oil." Being curious Ryna plucked the cap off and took another sniff. It smelt of evening roses and rosemary as well as another scent she couldn't put her finger on.

Replacing the cap she looked tot eh others and knew they would have each been picked just for her. Smiling she replaced the soaps and bottle back in the basket. She would likely be curious enough to try them all.

She gave the bed a little bounce. Then rose, she would store her things away properly then settle in herself. She past the basket on the dresser and smiled tot he assortment of fruits that had been left. Plucking one of the brightly wrapped candies out she looked at it. Oh Haley had told her about much to Rhydin, and even let her sample a rich thing called chocolate. But this, all of this was beyond anything the elf had ever seen.

Unwrapping the candy she looked at it. It was smooth and round the color was a rich caramel color. When she put it in her mouth she rolled it around and found the flavor to be sweet and pleasant, tough she had no name for it.

With her bag on the top of the dresser, her bow and quiver beside it she looked back to the other basket of goodies then off towards that adjoined room where she could wash up. As long as she was here she figured she would enjoy her stay. So tot he bed again she went to slip of her boots before padding to the basket and lifting it up and taking it with her. She found the adjoining bathroom was nice and had been stocked as well.

Smiling she closed the door and would deiced just how to settle in.

Walking through the court yards of Vampire house, humming a tune to herself, Dressed in a black pencil skirt, and a red silk blouse, her long blood red hair was hanging down her back, while she carried a large flat art bag, a brief case and a few files in one arm, while the free hand held up a black umbrella, she didn't need it, since she knew how to protect herself from the sunlight, but, it made the students she cared for feel more at ease.

As she walked she took a deep breath, catching two new scents in the air, frowning a little, stopping in her tracks and looking around, then eyes settling on Vampire house then at the other houses, tilting her head, Making her way towards the School and her office, the nagging feeling in her mind, there was a new comer to the Coven.

Looking around the court yard, singing to herself gently, a tune she sang to her daughters when they weren't at ease, the gentle, relaxed feeling flowing from her into the air all around herself, smiling as she did.

Stopping in her tracks as a new sensation reached her, looking over her shoulder, before her body turned to face the one behind her, smiling, wary of course of the fangs.

Tilting her head "hello, your the new comer I sensed around the campus" Facing her fully "Welcome to Bristle Crios, I'Am Mai Silverblood - Chazore" Bowing her head to the woman

Chuckling "well met Ryna" Nodding " then why dont you walk with me, I just need to put these in my office before classes, and the sun climbs to high"

Smiling at her "Im the guidance councellor here" Looking at the buidling "I take care of the students and sometimes the teachers, My husband is also a teacher here, and my daughters also attend here" Looking at her "you were called here, it calls all its students and teachers here"

smiling "it is a wonderous school, it brings together all manner of creatures and people" Her eyes looking over the building, then at Ryna, tilting her head moving off towards the School

Smiling, chuckling a little, tilting her head "yes, it is, for there are Mages, Eternals, Vampires, werewolves" looking at her "I feel like everyone here is family" Bowing her head, in thanks passing through the doors.

Opening, the large oak door to her office, revealing, Clothing designs on the walls, family portraits, a few of her own drawings and some of the students. "Please come in, I dont bite"

Walking to her desk placing everything where it belonged, looking at her, tilting her head "you truly were called here" Chuckling "I to was called here, as was my husband, we met one of our children here and adopted her, our other daughter also attends here" Looking towards the window, smiling gently, then back to her "time to begin"

Closing her eyes and opening her hands, focusing on only releasing relaxing feelings and happy ones into the school and the school grounds, opening her eyes slowly "now that feels better, Doesn't it?"

Smiling "no, those are designs, I make clothing" Tilting her head "I am a councillor for the students and sometimes the teachers, its a perfect job for me since I m an empath, so I create the feelings I need to clam the ones I listen to"

Offering her a seat by a hearth, that was banked low "please take a seat, would you like a drink?" Moving to a small cooler, filled with blood bags in a compartment, and juice and water for the non blood drinkers, removing a pack, giving Ryna a hint of her nature "I should also point out, I m a Vampire and head of vampire house, but, I do not touch nor do I attack humans......or elves" smiling at her

Smiling "Im a rare one, I cant let my fangs sink into human skin, it makes me feel sick" Thinking "as for an empath, I can sense and manipulate emotions, so, its useful for my positions in my office, shop and Vampire house, it keeps the new borns in a relaxed state"

Making her way to a small fridge taking out a nice ice cold bottle of pure water, fetching a glass on her way back to Rayna, "here you go" placing the glass and bottle of water on a small table beside her.

Chukling "as I thought, you were meant to find this place, it calls to people, how to explain it...........ah, like a magical pull" Chuckling "Im bad at describing it.........for me, it was like, there was something missing, that I needed to find, and I did, I found another place to belong, I found new friends, and met one of my daughters here"

Smiling "ahhhh, so its your steed next to my night mares" Chuckling "they will get along well"

Smiling even more gently hearing Fionas name "ahhhh, yes, she is a lovely woman, strong yet fierce when needed, but a caring soul and very very wise" Nodding, as she sipped her drink

"allow me to also extend the sentiment she also offered, you are more welcome to stay, since not everyone can find this place, you were meant to find us here, this is a place of magic, of belonging and of course, meeting and discovery as well as learning" Smiling gently at her "you may even meet my daughters and husband on your walk around the campus" Chuckling

Smiling, looking up "the amount of magic around here doesnt affect the pull, you can have little to no magic, or high wizard to a god like power, the people are pulled here because of a gift they have" Resting her cheek on her fist, looking at her.

"yeah my night mares are usually unsettling to be around, so your mare is very very helpful" Smiling hearing Fionas name "yes, she is one very very wise woman, and, if you need it, the one to guide you to why you were chosen by the coven"

Getting up and walking to the windows, then looking back at her "you can leave and return here when you want to, there is no rules or limits about that to stop you, Once your here, the magic will guide you back, this is a home for you now aswell"

Chuckling "Dear, in all the time I have been here, I have yet to find why I feel at home here also" Thinking "many of the students here, ask me the same thing, Why is it I feel so at home here" why can I be myself here?"

Shrugging and thinking "my only answer, and the only thing I can say to you is, it's because your meant to be here, your part of this place, and it will in time become part of you? Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath "for me, I can be a true Vampire, I can teach my kin to accept who and what they are, like Art can help young mage's understand their powers" Smiling "your here because, your meant to be.........how to put it better?" Getting up and walking to her desk, then looking out the window.

Chuckling "I understand now" Looking at her "your part of this coven, your part of a family, this is where you are meant to be? Smiling "Fiona, Arthour, Ammy, you......everyone, we are all connected.......by this place, by the coven.....darkness knows, even by each other, magic calls to magic, kin calls to kin, its all here, it calls like a sirens song to the ones it needs to be part of the fabric.....that's the only way I can put it"