Lyra<br/><br/>She found herself wanting to reach out and smack both Midnight and Taskill each time their eyes went around Bryn to find hers. There was nothing she could do to help them. So much as the wrong twitch and she would fall under Bryn's ire herself. Unlike them she worked diligently to avoid that fate. She couldn't understand why they fought against him so hard, why they felt the need to push and do wrong when they thought he wasn't looking. Taskill especially, had been there longer than anyone and should know...<em>Bryn was <strong>always</strong> looking</em>!<br/><br/>In the back of her mind though, she admitted to herself, that part of being able to watch them like this, was the knowledge that a part of her enjoyed the show. Watching Midnight and Taskill trying to please Bryn was quite the sight. None of them were hard on the eyes and all of them were well enough endowed to be enticing to a girl who enjoyed that sort of thing. Under different circumstances she'd have probably been a bit jealous to have been left in the corner, but knowing Bryn was anything but happy tonight, she was content to be left out of something that could only end in pain.<br/><br/>Biting her lower lip gently she found herself wanting to change shape, wanting to become something small and unnoticeable. Something that might not be able to escape the castle but that would be small enough to fit through the cracks in the walls and at least escape this room.