Shayla spent her lunch alone under some tree near the cafeteria. The school food may not amount to much according to some people, but she found it fascinating to the pallet. Even if she'd taken a human form for years now, the details of this world still felt very fresh to her. The dizzying array of foods was one of her favorites to explore. "Take it to your sisters okay?" she whispered before pushing a large crumb toward a squirrel. The creature perched on a rock about a foot away and they'd been enjoying lunch together with the sort of quiet peace normally reserved for lifelong friends. The squirrel took the bit of bread and dashed off, leaving Shayla smiling. It may look bizarre, but this was one of the perks of eating alone.

Once done, she carefully collected her trash to throw away and headed for the library, not noticing the slightly extra green patch left behind where sat. Having only an afternoon class that day allowed her plenty of times to get lost in the shelves of books. That's exactly where she was come 3:00, nestled between some shelves with books on Celtic lore, history, and other various folk related books.

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Browns, rust, gold, blue--layered bit by bit until shadows formed all across his canvas. Aza'zel leaned on the edge of his stood, painting with the sort of furious energy that paid no attention to the time. The teacher's voice finally broke his trance. In the short time he actually was in class, he made considerable progress on laying out the foundation of his painting. Most of the students already started packing up though as the teacher dismissed them. A few already left. He blinked in confusion before following suit though he wanted to continue his painting. Even if he took the class on a whim, it suited him more than his others, math especially.

Another girl had slipped in just before the teacher announced the class's end, so bid Flora a quick farewell with a bright, but somewhat dazed grin and finger wave. "Byeaah! See you whenever this class is." Once he'd stored his painting on the racks, he slipped out the door himself. Outside, the sun shone strong so he pulled down his jacket sleeves and put up the hood despite it being early fall. Heading back to his dorm, he moved erratically from shadow to shadow rather than down the footpath. Under trees and along buildings, he avoided as much sun as possible. It was like some sort of game, but it was anything but to his sensitive pale skin.