Week Two - May the Games (and classes) Begin

Shali sits by Hannah.

The elf shifts back into dragon form, stretching and causing an earthquake with his tail.

A few buildings collapse.

Lys and the dragon, now in elf form reenter the room, Lys sitting in a corner, looking pissed.

Jaime looks at him sadly.

They notice the elf is wearing a thin gold circlet, and he stands as if guarding Lys.

Jaime makes a mental note of it.

Bartholomew reenters, looking tired. "So, what did the three of you decide?"
"They decided, not me." Lys says with a snarl.

"How about not insulting my best friend?"

"It's his magick in the first place."

Shali sighs. "We need some more time to decide, sir." She says to Bartholomew.

:Alright, I can keep her under for the next hour or so, but after that, you're on your own," he says, leaving.
Lys continues to look annoyed, and his elven friend just sits there, looking bored and slightly amused.

Shali rubs her forehead, letting out an exasperated sigh as she glares at her brother. "This is just one big frikin' mess..." she mutters.

Lys watches them with a slightly sleepy expression.

"I have no right to make this decision. Neither does Jaime. Nor does anyone else here. The only one who should be making that decision is her..." Shali grumbles. "But, of course, she's unconscious. The goddess must be laughing..."

Lysander falls asleep. The elf stretches, looking at them.

Jaime looks back ta the elf.

The elf cocks a brow. "You should do what you think is best while he sleeps," He says in a strangely accented voice.

"What Jaime thinks best is keep the memories, and what I think best is to let her decide..."

"Then you wish to ask her?"

"Yeah."

"Very well then. Give me your hand."

She holds out a hand.