[((___jade___))>]

Skittering away quickly as soon as he was released, Kyriel was not sure what to do at first. Classes would start soon, but he still had a few minutes, and he preferred not to skulk around the halls during such times. Even if the main bullies were now on their way home, it did not mean that he was totally safe. There was still the Drow and there were still other students who might poke fun at him. It was hard being an Elf sometimes; he could easily hear the hurtful comments and giggling even if the students thought they were being sly and discreet.

Kyriel decided to resort to his usual; the janitor's closet near the kitchen. The janitor was the closest thing that Kyriel had to a friend at this point. The silver-haired Elf was old and bent over, his right leg crippled from an old injury. There was much mystery surrounding the Elf, especially since he was marred and thus unable to speak. Patience was strong in his ancient heart though, and he accepted Kyriel. Kyriel could tell that he really did accept him too, it was not just because he could not speak to taunt him.

Although it was not really the reason he was there, Kyriel found himself disappointed to not find him there. At least he could curl up on the floor and entertain himself in peace.