She stood her ground and snapped. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think my family is just batshit crazy?" She raised her voice slightly, glaring at him.

Keith glanced back but continued speaking with his little group.

"From the way you're reacting thats not far off." He shot a glare at Rome and Keith from behind her. He was not fazed. He stared directly into her eyes with a softer expression.

She glared at him for a few more seconds like the temptation to yell was overwhelming. "Fuck you." She ended with that and squeezed into the group between Keith and the adult, forcing Keith to stand a bit closer to Rome. Totally not to drive Ethan crazy.

Ethan smiled a little. It faded and turned into an eye twitch. He wedged himself between Keith and Rome. Not bothering to look at his face- as much as he'd have liked to see the disappointment. S(Staff) "Anyway, you can probably have your pick for most of the third floor's west wing. Just knock before you walk in." Turning on her heel to walk off, Rome yelled a thank you. R "I hope you heard that?"

"I heard enough. Lets go Keith." She grabbed him, essentially by the arm, and stormed off, up the stairs and toward the west wing. She shot the nastiest glare she could find in her at Ethan and tossed her hair over her shoulder before they rounded a corner out of sight. Keith wrestled for his arm back and glanced back at Ethan and Rome in confusion as to why he was being dragged away like a toddler.

Ello?))

Ethan didn't have the heart to glare back at her and just softly gazed at her as she walked up the stairs. R "What was that about?" Ethan shook his head at Rome's confusion. "She's thought I was offending her bloodline or something." He huffed and turned on his heel with his arms crossed. "Let them be, they'll know what to do for their siblings."

((We discuss the chaos of dragon tomorrow but I must sleep, loafs))

Ahem skippeth to after children get settled))

Asta was tacking up a tall bay horse, the red sunset light seeping through the stable doors and coloring everything crimson. She took her hair down out of its high bun, shaking it down into soft waves. She hadn't quite gotten over Ethan's accidental insult, and was going for a ride to... chill, after everything that had happened. She latched her horse's noseband. "Attaboy, Aristotle." (Eheh remember Aristotle?) The stallion snorted and followed her obediently into the evening air. She leapt up, looking effortless as always. She walked him out into the central area of the school, in plain view of the cabins.

K & D *screech*))

Ethan had been standing behind the school building practicing his archery for the past hour. A leather ribbon wrapped around his fore-arm to keep it unharmed when the bow string snapped. A sash and a quiver slung over his shoulder, pointed over his right shoulder. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and that same bracelet that Rome made. He sighed, glancing at the sky, it was turning. He narrowed his eyes, putting his bow in his left hand he collected his arrows and rounded the building. He spotted Asta. He hadn't thought of much while he was practicing. An empty mind led for less distractions. Now that was over and he was wondering what she was thinking, but he looked away, switching the bow to his right hand and continuing to walk toward his cabin.