<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br/><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br/><strong>Where: </strong>the Courtyard<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She listens attentively to his explanation, trying not to be too distracted by his legs. She's always found humans intriguing, but usually she has better control than this. She pulls herself together, forcing herself to attend to his words. "Your ancestor must have been a powerful warrior indeed, to wrestle something like that from a demon." She makes a ritualized gesture with her right hand, one that in many cultures is understood as indicating respect for the dead. "And I will take up your offer to spar sometime. I would like very much to see how you handle that blade." She smiles. "Have you seen the gyms we have here? They're quite extensive and very good for that sort of exercise, even for someone as unusually shaped as many of our students."<br/><br/>She glanced at the doctor, flashing him a friendly smile. She'd learned a lot from him, and had a good deal of respect for the man, although she sensed that he had some inner hurt that he wasn't particularly open with her about. She would keep her distance, although she had no small curiosity about why he had chosen to devote himself to white magic (although he was certainly adept, Chiya owed most of her skill in that area of magic to his instruction).<br/><br/>She turned back to the young boy in front of her, resisting the urge to circle completely around him. It was a natural behavior for her, but she knew that many humans found it threatening, and she grudgingly admitted that she could understand why. "And what of your other studies? Do you have a particular concentration, or are you just doing the general curriculum and focusing on hunter training?"