<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/640px-Reynalle_3.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Syra<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 / 2pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sabrina, Other students<br/><hr/><br/>Syra just waved her hand; making the dagger just splintered off and dispersed into the shadowy aether. Being jerked back by Sabrina's telekinesis didn't alarm her at all though, she could tell there was no hostile intent. "Oh I do sleep; but I do it lightly." Syra smirked at her confidently. "And underhanded methods? I know all bout those and I know how to deal with them." Then Syra's look began to look a bit sad at the mention of her parent.<br/><br/>"My dad and uncle still don't know how to help me with my abilities. I don't know where my mom is; all I know is  type of pokemon she supposedly is." She replied, with a sort of sad-crestfallen look. Sabrina may pick up on the sense of pain and loneliness bringing that up caused her. Syra was a girl growing up without a mom basically. No wonder she was so unbalanced and lacked in femininity. "And my old man taught me that if you break them enough; they won't try to find you."