<span style="font-style: italic">Alais</span><br/><br/>â€œAs you say,â€ Alais said to Zane, not bothering to turn to the others, not even Stella, though she heeded her words and disappeared, teleporting to the rear side of the buildings.  Her hood had fallen back in the fighting, and she resisted the urge to draw it up and flee.  She faced Stella resolutely, hands hidden in the folds of her robes, and waited, dread swimming through her stomach.  What is she going to ask?  Surely sheâ€™ll want to knowâ€¦  A thousand thoughts ran through Alaisâ€™s mind, but she forced herself to wait, allowing calm to soak through her, although it came slowly.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Liliane</span><br/><br/>Liliane giggeld when Mavis, or Tetramis, or whatever her name was appeared, twisting the boyâ€™s ear.  She waited while she talked to some other students, glancing over at Abi and Sophi and shooting them a quick smile.  â€œNo, Iâ€™ve come once or twice before.  We travelled a lot.  Stayed mostly in Europe, though.  And America.  I even went to Canada once, not that its much different than America.  A bit cleaner, but thatâ€™s all.â€  She smiled up at the older woman, homesickness forgotten for the moment, though she knew it would strike soon again.