When the next day came to be, Jakkalin was no where to be found. Her bed was left unmade and an empty bottle of seasoned spirits was laying on the ground near it. Jakkalin often sought escape through drinking, and ironically, she was quite mellow and calm when intoxicated. This was a strong drink however, and a large bottle... where ever she was, there was a good chance she was still under the beasts influence.<br/><br/><br/>By the stream, a good distance down hill from the Academy stood the black haired Asian, in the same sack farm clothing she had worn the previous day. While her hair was entangled and frizzed, she seemed both calm and collected. She didn't often show signs of intoxication, at least physically. Her dreamy, almost placid behavior was telling, however.<br/><br/>"Once again..." she muttered, and summoned the flame to her hand with a crackling flick of her wrist. Her eyes narrowed as she concentrated on keeping it alive, but it soon wavered and blinked out of existence. She sighed at yet another failure in calling up the flame, but she did not get agitated. She simply tried again.