Thread: St. Helena Academy Outcasts (Sorrow's Solace and J)

Mena and Tristan had eased greatly since the conversation of magic began, both feeling that at least there was someone else that could understand the tulmult of feelings and fear that writhed in them both. For Tristan, the memory of waking up in the middle of the night with hands that smoked and blistered, the smell of scorching bedsheets and mattress underneath him was still very close. He shivered inwardly, flexing his right hand slowly, recallling how long it had taken to get feeling back into his hands, how long it had taken before he could move them without it hurting and the skin graft surgeries that he had went through, would have to continue to go through as time passed. His hands still hurt at times and it was hard to grip certain things, but...it could have been so much worse. For Mena it was the mixed terror she had felt during the emergence of Tristan's magic, and when that had subsided she faced strange dreams at night, of storm and seas as well as the disconcerting sense of hearing voices on the wind. Nothing ominous in itself by the words, simple gossip and idle chatter. But to hear them from her room window, or in a crowd when no one else could...it was terrifying. A large part of her thought she was going mad and so far she hadn't said a thing to anyone, not even Tristan. All she mentioned was that she got migraines at times, usually right before a storm brewed, and at times when she was angry or frustrated she felt tight and tense, once getting a glimpse of her face in the mirror and seeing the worriesome image of tendrils of lightning flickering in her eyes. She had closed her eyes immediately and it had faded. Since then she kept calm, thinking it as a fluke, but part of her worried that if her emotions got carried away, the power within, that tense surging feelng would unleash and people would be hurt. It was enough to worry that she was mad...but to accidently hurt or kill someone...that was unthinkable. She did not give voice to these thoughts, as Tristan shook his head coming back to himself after a few moments. The representative of the school had given them peace of mind by explaining they had a magical gift, and by the look of their aura's quite a strong one. What he couldn't pinpoint was the source of their power that was one of the reasons why they were here, He had also checked their control, which was strong because they didn't know what their magic could do, and both of them ere utterly terrified of the strange power within. When they began their studies at the school they would be able to learn true control and would also learn just what elements and disciplines tied into. Hopefully. Mena replied, still looking extremely doubtful. Tristan quirked a brow at Erik's story, while Mena looked merely curious So...ye have the power from the faes te play tricks? I don't know about ye mate but that sounds amazing Tristan quipped as the fourth suitemate arrived. Both twins tensed, anger flickering over their eyes. The air around Tristan grew warmer and he exhaled, hands shaky a moment while Mena's back straightened, her jaw tight as pinpoints of light grew and faded in her eyes in a second, to quickly to be noticed. Oh, how unfortunate. Mena drawled, voice suddenly becoming ice-cold We are scholarship students. she said idly, smiling at him thinly. 'Which means- Tristan added We have as much a right te be here then ye, and it would be best if we all got along. he commented, tilting his head. Mena nodded Aye, that's a great idea Trist. So, let's start over. I'm Mena, he's Tristan. We're ye're flatmates, it's so good te meet ye. she commented, voice calming, becoming more or less friendly as she stepped forwards to shake his hand Ye're name's a bit av a mouthful, can we call ye Rich instead? she asked, her smile easing a bit as well, the switch of moods was odd indeed, but she still seemed tense as Tristan watched, grey eyes amused.