<<Kathryn & Sebastien>>
Kathryn chuckled at Mikeal's theatrics, pretending to be charmed by allowing a hand to flutter delicately over her mouth, upon which a small smile rested. She could already tell what of kind of guy he was, it wouldn't take a genius to figure it out. She listened to the cadence of his voice, inclining her head at him. Kathryn assumed, by the control of his tone, that he could very well be a bard. Or, at least, be around them a lot-- Sebastien's soft tone was a direct result from his familial upbringing, so he also spoke quite well.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mikeal," Kathryn said with a chuckle, smiling at his attempt at French despite his contradictory accent, "Yes, it's my first time at this school, too. But I've been to other schools, kind of like this." Every school, especially magical ones, was a little different. Kathryn wondered if the school were as spooky, if not more, than the bus.
Though neither student had yet to bring up their "bard" status, as it often happened with a collection of bards, the conversation that Kathryn and Mikeal had been sharing led back to music. Such things were inevitable. Kathryn, as she was rather enjoying herself, hadn't given her brother very much attention, and she didn't really even know where he'd gone to. Hopefully, wherever he was, he was enjoying himself.
Kathryn turned to look for her brother, and as she did so, the bus lerched as the front end was consumed by flames, throwing the small girl from her seat. Kathryn's blow was cushioned by the hard bars of the seats across the aisle, and she gasped, inhaling too much smoke. She coughed and, flute in-hand, managed to fight the haze and find a skyward window to climb out off. Kathryn practically fell off of the bus, gasping in fresh air and distancing herself from the smoldering mess. The hot, desert pavement warmed the soles of her shoes, the sun beating down on her as she glared against the brightness, towards the ensuing men on beetles, if they could be called that.
A voice called out, claiming that it was an attack. Kathryn glanced back towards the bus, only to see her brother worming his way out a window. He was having a good deal more trouble maneuvering through, as he was much more broadly built than his sister. Once free, he leapt off of the bus and ran to his sister, embracing her tightly. He was obviously more shaken than she.
"Seriously, Sebastien," Kathryn hissed, squirming in his constricting, muscular arms, "Now is not the time, we're under attack.--" his hug was unrelenting. With a sigh, Kat put on her "influential" bard voice and pleaded, "Sebastien, I'm okay. Please let go of me?" Sebastien complied, unable to go against her gentle order, and he drew his staff, his face still set in an expression of worry.
"That's better," Kathryn smiled, drawing her flute, "Now, Sebby, how about you be offense, and I be defense, okay?" Sebastien nodded dutifully, his muscles tense and ready. "Okay, don't let them lay a hit on me. Understand?"
"Understood," he simply and slowly, still frowning. Kat nodded, pleased with her work, and raised her flute to her lips. She did not yet play, however, and instead listened to the other bards that were already at work, to what they were trying to achieve through music. She waited, patiently, for the fight.
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