Loss. [Action | Front Gate]

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[Not wanting to suck the life out of the quad and not feeling up to training, Snow had found himself a seat on one of the raised planters that held a few small trees and some decorative plants, out past the ID checkpoint in the landscaped area. There he sat, hands on his knees, head bowed, and thought.]

[In his right hand, he held a crystal.]

[As far as he knew... he had lost a sister. And he was amazed how much it hurt.]

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[potionemperor.livejournal.com]

Sir..?

[Larsa approaches with an air of hesitation, unsure of whether the large man is hurt or sad. Perhaps it's both, Larsa can't be too sure. Good thing for him he has some extra Hi-Potions handy!]

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

[He lifts his head, then with what seems like serious effort, straightens his back to sit up properly. The smile he dredges up costs less strength; smiling comes easy to Snow, even at the worst times.]

[potionemperor.livejournal.com]

Pardon my intrusion, is everything alright?

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Just a --

[How does he even describe it? He makes vague motions with his hands, trying to think of words, then settles on some honestly lame ones.]

Time compression thing.

[potionemperor.livejournal.com]

Ah. Yes, the Time Compression. Are you still unfamiliar with it?

[Tries to muster up a smile, the instructor does seem pretty down.]

I know I am.

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

[Despite his mood, he can't help but chuckle.]

I think I've gotten much more of a taste for it this month than I'd really have liked.

[potionemperor.livejournal.com]

I may be young, Instructor Villiers, but I am capable of listening should you require anyone to sit with you.

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

[Snow may not be an Instructor to stand on formality or solid lines between faculty and students, but this gives even him pause. Still...]

What's your family like?

[It's a broad and sincere question, and an invitation to sit as well.]

[potionemperor.livejournal.com]

[Not many have asked him such a personal question before. Nonetheless Larsa takes the seat next to the larger and older male. He's quiet at first unsure of how to sum up the Solidor family in but a few words.]

I find myself at a loss for words, I'm afraid.

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Complicated, huh? Well, don't worry too much about it. I probably wouldn't understand.

I don't have a lot of experience with families.

[Which is really the point of the question.]

[potionemperor.livejournal.com]

...I'm sorry.

[A brief pause. How can he explain the Solidor family?]

I am the youngest in a family of four siblings in total. My two eldest brothers perished in the war while my third was... [Larsa falls silent for a moment, eyes lowering to his lap.] I wish to believe Vayne was overwhelmed by his... Shall we call it ambitions?

[Nods.] I believe that would be the right word.

As for my father and my mother; the former was believed to have been poisoned, and my mother died when I was very young.

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear that...

[What else could he say? He means it, at least.]

Well, you can understand how I'm feeling a little, then. I just, sort of, lost my sister.

[potionemperor.livejournal.com]

It is quite alright, I assure you. My guardian, Captain Basch, took care of me in my father's stead as I took the throne to rule over and care for Archadia.

[Larsa looks over, brows knit.] However... I am sorry to hear about your sister.