Rhyderi: *takes the glass from her and carries it away to drink* Thanks lady. *sits on the floor and opens his book bag, dumping the contents all over the floor*
Kalysto: *just sits quietly in the chair with the dragon, placid and peaceful*
Milena: Of course Bael stinks, he’s a fiery magma demon. He smells like fire and brimstone and tainted demon energies. *grins* But he’s a true gentleman, and I love him. He has already asked me to be his bride in death. I don’t know how I feel about that…