ITT: eliwood and hector but altina is cursed

[4:32 PM] Flamy: Sugarbushes line the courtyard garden in full bloom, dotting each bush with a smattering of pleasant pink. Trees once more bear leaves, vibrant and full of life- Spring is here, and with it, a new year for the students at the Belhalla Academy for Young Nobles. A good few of these young, aspiring sons and daughters of the noble families all across Jugdral are ever eager to begin learning, and then there are those who would rather watch everyone else from the balcony of their dormitory, leaning coolly against the railing to get a feel of the spring breeze through their hair.

"So! New year, same us," Glaive is the latter kind of person, flipping his hair, "Any new aspirations, Reyson, or the same old?"
[4:41 PM] Reyson: Reyson glanced at Glaive. A cheeky smirk was on his face as his hands sit comfortably in his coat pockets. "You mean being future counts and taking forth the responsibility of our parents like all children do in Fyarae?" He chuckled. "The same old as usual. Unless...hmm...you have something new to add?"
[5:15 PM] Flamy: "Same old for me too, partner- Become the Count of Flamberge, prove that I'm a better fencer than you, and become the greatest knight of Jungby," He would grin in response, opening his arms wide as he puts his full weight against the railing, "And so all Fyarae shall remember me as the bearer of the new Caramelir legacy: Glaive du Caramelir, the man who proved he could duel a Wodring!"

Historians today dispute the veracity of this assertion.
[5:58 PM] Reyson: "Thats pretty long to have on your title, Glaive." Reyson chuckles. "But you're going to have to keep up your training to continue having pride in saying that. Father has already started teaching me new techniques and once I finish military studies, I'm going to be way ahead of you if you start slacking."  The young Wodring was prideful and confident, especially when it comes to his ability in magic and combat. "After all, I will become the greatest magic user in all of Friege-- Fyarae even!"
[7:26 PM] Flamy: "Oh, mister half-mage, half-warrior, all-arounder wants to warn ME against slacking?" Glaive guffaws at the very notion of that, waving it away dismissively, "Give it a rest, flamehead. My father leads his men far better than Count Revan, because it takes every bit of you, from head to toe, to master using a weapon- You can't get that out of magic!"

"Though," He puffs his chest, putting a fist against his heart, "If you're gonna go for being the best of the best in magic, that just means I'll have to be twice as much the best warrior in all Jugdral!"
[8:50 PM] Reyson: "You mean **my** father leads his men better than yours." Reyson looks to Glaive, proudly puffing his chest out, pointing his thumb at himself. "If anything, my father is talented beyond compare! He is dependable, caring and an ideal leader in this world. I find no better honor and privilege than to be his son and his heir!"

He fires a smirk at his friend's direction, a challenge nevertheless. "See to it that you keep up on such ideals so that one day in the future we will test just who is right! And in the future, you better have an impressive title. Maybe like some sna--"

An exasperated sigh to accompany a firmly shut book can be heard behind Reyson. "Just what are you two doing here? Brother, I expected better of you than to squander off with such idle chatter."

Caught off guard, Reyson quickly turned in surprise. "A-Alysea! My apologies."

Alysea's gaze turned to Glaive in disappointment.
[10:12 PM] Flamy: Menaulyon trails behind Alysea, carrying with her a stack of books- Some of which were certainly Glaive's, judging by how relatively untouched they were compared to the more slightly worn out copies on the lower half of the pile. She says nothing, but only gives a very beseeching look at Glaive.

"You wouldn't understand it, Alysea," Glaive looks back at Alysea, clearly taken aback that someone could ever disapprove of discussions of such great importance, "After all, it is here at the Belhalla Academy for Young Nobles that great men have been made, and right here on this balcony is where great men reached out for their dreams. Take Ser Leon the Bravehearted, for example! He was discussing the state of Fyarae one day here with his fellow peers, and then he resolved to bring peace to the war-torn lands of Dozel, wrought from the steel in his own two hands!"

Menaulyon finally speaks up! Still in that quiet, calm voice, as usual. "Actually, it was Sir Leo of Lund, and the Belhalla Academy had not been made yet- At that time, this was formerly the summer manor of House Eisenherz, and Sir Leo's plan was to convince every county of Dozel to call back their men for a census mandated by the queen, as to ensure that every able fighting man was accounted for..."

She then mutters, "Though it's understandable that you would make that sort of mistake, as Sir Leon the Bravehearted is based on him, and you never were much for history-- You would probably think that Sir Sylas actually cured a cursed man, too."
[10:27 PM] Reyson: Alysea motioned her hand to Menaulyon, who was right with the history. "Clearly your lack of attention spans to only things that interest you, Glaive. Perhaps if you put as much effort into your studies in literature and history, you would be more inclined to answer properly next time."

The weight of books lessened from Menaulyon as a noble squire came to her side to hold half--majority of the stacks. She didn't mind helping her. "No need to be harsh on him, Lady Alysea. He strives to be a knight and his sister would help him in matters if it calls for it." Altina smiles towards Glaive, giving her support. "They are like you and your brother, working together."

"I suppose this is true...Still, you are only saying that because you also want to be a knight." Alysea sighed, letting the two boys go. "Very well. Come, Menaulyon, Altina. We have important studies to attend to. If the two want to continue on with their conversation, let them suffer the consequences of finding the answers to today's lessons on their own." Gracefully, she turned her back towards the two as she brushed her hair to the side and started heading off. Opening the book to where she left off, she must slack off. After all, how else can she support her brother once he becomes count. Or perhaps in the future, she can take the title of head from him.

"Understood, Lady Alysea!" Altina nodded. "Don't mistaken yourself of being the best knight in all of Jugdral! Thats going to be me!" She parted with the words before giving a light bow with a smile to the two before following Alysea.
[12:09 AM] Flamy: There's a very soft "oh" when Altina relieves Menaulyon of her books. She nods and gives a smile to Altina. It is only natural that she would give her support to her younger brother, no matter how bone-headed he is-- Okay, maybe she wouldn't, if she didn't think that he would grow out of it eventually. Sure, he's kinda stupid now, but given that he was less so than before means that he is, in fact, learning! At least, that's how she sees it.

"I- Wha?!" Glaive sputters, mouth wide open before he shakes his head, "I will have you know that I am perfectly well-versed in the history of Fyarae, as well as other topics! And turn not your backs on me so easily, for I WILL..."

Then they left. Glaive tosses his hands up. "Aaaagh...! Let's go, Reyson. We can't be late for classes... Tina wouldn't let me live it down if we got another earful from Professor Silvergrace, even if I died."
[2:03 AM] Reyson: Reyson ends up bursting into laughter as the others left. Poor Glaive. He couldn't help but pat his friend's back. "Right. Look at it this way, its their way of encouraging us." He starts jogging. "The last thing I want my father to hear is me being late."