Nature Empathy, Day 1

Often as of late, Bruxa would ensure the obediance of her new pet. The young black wolfling trotted by her side, having grown into a faithful companion. The training for the day finished as they left the hidden lake, the place he was first bound to her and taken to on a weekly basis. A faint growl trembled through her lips...conversing in the animals native tongue along with the wave of a gloved hand, dismissing the beast so he may run and roam the woods upon their trek back to her dwelling.

Frequently they took a hidden path that would come up behind the secret garden, the usual area her and the canine familiar would meet up to continue their journey home. She stayed within the deep shade provided from the canopy of the forest. Flesh completely covered with black clothing which protected her from the dangerous rays of sunlight. The dark cloak that completely covered her from head to toe, keeping the small frame donned in leggings, top and biker like boots laced up to her knees hidden beneath. Large sunglasses obscured her eyes under the cowled hood.

Skittering here and there to dodge gleams of the grievous illumination that filtered through the trees. Bruxa wavered from her usual passage and found herself moving towards the greenhouse. She heard the voice...the voice she had heard before... the green demon? Curiously she moved towards the sound, the mutterings of words... and who was he speaking with?

To anyone who spied her approach she might appear as some sort of surreal monk. The small group came into view, seated...most of them ...just ahead. Pitch black eyes darted from the horned professor to Kalika. Remembering the woman from her first meeting with the Puppeteer and how the elegant female had seemed to have some sort of distain towards her from the beginning. Bruxa let a faint smile twitch onto her mouth at the thought as her gaze moved to Jarrik, glancing over him breifly, someone she had yet to encounter. Next was another boy, also an unknown who seemed to sit quietly and listen.

That smile tilted and remained askewed, giving her a mischevious look as those coal black orbs finally rested upon the girl. "Mmmm, the one who got away..." Bruxa murmured quietly even as the suggestion was given for the group to close their eyes and become one with nature.

It was interesting, watching Miss Margo sweep in and then leave in the same manner. Did the woman never stop to chat? Angelica had beeen thinking of asking if she could do the cooking for the Ball, but she'd just have to go there afterclass and find out...because the magic woman left as quickly as she'd come. Her crystal eyes followed her, noting how she moved with such grace and poise. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to take the formalites class...

Her crystal eyed gaze left the spot where the woman had gone and slid back to the Professor. She smiled as he talked. And it was easy to tell when he reached out and touched her with his nature. Nana had insisted that she learn to become one with Nature and learn to let the sense take over. She was glad of it now, but she remembered putting up a fight when Nana had mentioned it. She was glad, now, that the old woman had made her learn.

She followed the Professors instructions, and closed her eyes. Sweet meditation! She let her mind go blank and inhaled deeply. In a near spirit form, she reached out, looking at herself and her classmates through anothers eyes. She was staying close, letting the nature of the direct setting wash over her, and comfort her in a way that only it could. Dreamily she watched, unaware of anything else outside their little circle.

Jarrik was very interested now, with the class, and the school in general when the beauty showed up to talk about the ball. Though he was not much for social gatherings, this might be his chance to mingle with others, maybe even others like himself, if there were any here.

After the woman had left, Jarik turned his attention back on the teacher, who was now introducing them to the "curriculum" that the class would follow. He nodded when the teacher turned his gaze to him, then smirked as he made the joke about humans, losely speaking of course. He found that he liked this teacher. He seemed to want to learn about his students and the class as much as the students from him.

As Jarrik settled into his meditation, his eyes still open, as he always tried to stay tuned to his surroundings, as was his nature, a new scent caught his attention. Two actually come to think of it. One, he couldn't place, until he saw her standing near the rear of the secret garden, watching the class. He watched her gaze fall upon the students, hisself included, before stopping at Angelica beside him. He didn't know what to think of it now, but would definitely be on gaurd around this one, until which time when he could understand more of who, and what she was.

The second smell was one that he hadn't caught in a while, but which he knew instinctively of. It was a wolfling, and he was betting that it was the new ones companion. He didn't know how he felt about that one either, though he would let it slide.

Neihem's sense of all around him felt the dark presence of the vampire and her companion even before the prowling gryphon's thoughts touched his mind. He wondered if his class had just gotten larger, or if this was some sort of intrusion.

Black eyes opened slowly as she entered the small thicket where the class sat in their varied states of meditation. He sent a mischievous thought to Ashuur and smiled at the vampire. "Ah, it seems we have yet another guest. Ashuur, don't be rude, now."

At his word, the small gryphon swooped down from the tree behind Bruxa and landed lightly on her shoulder, rubbing playfully at her face.

"Hello, child," he said ironically, knowing that the vampire could very well be as old as himself despite her youthful appearance. "Class, I believe that is a good enough start on our nature sense for one day. I do not want to tire anyone out, nor do I want to bore anyone to death," he added with a smirk in Kalika's direction.

He turned his attention back to the vampire. "Have you come to join us?"

Bruxa stayed fixated upon the young girl as she closed her eyes, dutifully following the directions of the horned instructor. Even though her focus was on the female that she had met in the old district with the Puppeteer, she was still acutely aware of the others eyes turning towards her direction.

The young wolfling skulked up behind her and stood silently, watching over the small group as his Mistress continued staring at Angelica. Perhaps because she had been the one who got away...Bruxa wanted her more than ever, especially with the bold off handed dismissal the girl had given once the librarian had so rudely interrupted. That puckish smile twisted into a light sneer with the memory which was dashed aside with the spoken words of that green demon.

Eyes cut towards the horned professor beneath the dark sunglasses. Head twitching towards the side as the equally strange creature alit upon her shoulder, attempting to rub its body against her face. The wolfs attention drew up to the gryphon and let out a low gutteral growl. Bruxa quieted her own familiar with a wave of a gloved hand and pointing towards the ground beside her. The solid black canine sat by her side with the silent bidding, a faint whimper as its azure gaze stayed steadfast upon the animal on Bruxas shoulder.

"Twas not intentional to join your ....class?" That rich southern accent flowed with each word. "But I do declare that it seems that is exactly what I have done..." A faint smile seeped back onto the bowlike mouth as those raven orbs stole back to that one girl.

The ability to let nature overwhelm her was such a wonderful feeling. Again, she felt intense appreciation for Nana and her insistence that Angelica learn such an ability. Her body drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, allowing more relaxation. Meditation did wonders for a persons perspective on life.

The sound of voices drew her back though, and she fell into herself with a minor jolt. Her meditatation process hadn't been close to completed, and so now she felt a little dizzy and lightheaded. What a good thing that she was sitting down!

Her crystal eyes moved over every face in their group and then back to the newcomer. Her heart did a double beat and she swallowed hard. Oh dear...The pretty lady was here...now...in the middle of the day. She froze for a moment, but then quickly relaxed. If the woman meant her harm, she wouldn't do it here. She would simply wait until there was no one else around. She shifted a little to turn more and gave her a smile. Even in the face of this right now, she wasn't sure that the woman's intent was to hurt her. Maybe she simply wanted to be friends?

By now, he could tell that something was definitely up between the newcomer, and angelica, which bothered him greatly. He wasn't sure why, but he had always felt protective over her, even though he barely knew her, and their first encounter had led to such tragedy. Now here he was, getting a strange vibe coming from the newcomer, directed straight at angelica.

then he caught Angelica's apprehension towards the new female. Its not something he smelled, or even heard. He just felt that something was definitely not right between the two. " Are you okay?"he whispered as he leaned in close to angelica, not taking his eyes off of the female, who by now had joined the class.

"Whats your wolflings name?" He asked the newcomer aloud as he straightened up.