Running off, Iola first checked the professor's office. Lingering
outside the threshold, he peaked in and glanced around nervously.
He didn't want to get caught by any of the teachers and it felt
intrusive to even look. Once he had determined that, no Leaf wasn't
there, Iola booked it as fast as he could away and to the dorms.
Jogging to the dorms, Iola gasped as he saw Leaf next to his own
door. "Leaf!" He cried, moving to hug him before freezing. "Are you
okay? You look tired." He worried before realizing that Leaf looked
like he just wanted to collapse. "I'm so sorry, you probably just
wanted to go to bed right? I'm sorry!"
"Mm..huh? Oh Iola...don't apologise, I always have time for my
friends." Leaf murmured tiredly, managing a small smile. "Heh, I
never thought I'd be on the receiving end of a hug from you."
"I want worried! You just disappeared and neither Clarisse not I
knew where you where!" He defended, fiercely hugging Leaf. "But if
you're tired, go to bed! You look like you could pass out anytime."
"Urgh...sorry...I was going to stick back and heal you guys but..."
Leaf murmured. "And because I was..." He trailed off. He wasn't
sure if he wanted to admit to Iola about his jealousy to their
skills just yet." Mm...never mind." He mumbled
Nodding his head sympathetically, Iola simply listened before
speaking up. "That's fine." He chirped, stepping back. ""Getting
bored just watching is understandable. You being safe is all that
matters! Take care of yourself, okay?" He grinned. While he may
have made the wrong assumptions about why Leaf left, his intentions
were still in the right place
Clarisse was waiting outside the dorm, unable to bring herself to
enter a male dorm, especially one of another House. At the same
time, she wanted to know what had happened, and why Leaf looked so
tired. She sighed, wondering if she'd done something to upset the
young knight.
"A-ah, okay! Please rest up!" Iola whispered back before ducking
into his own room to dump his bags. He wouldn't be needing them
anyways. Pausing at the mirror, Iola reached up to undo the bun his
hair was in before pausing. Keeping it up wouldn't do any harm, he
supposed, grabbing a book just in case. As he slipped out of his
dorm, Iola fingered the hair band, unsure. Then again, he always
liked his hair down dispite looking more feminine that way...
Great, now he was stuck outside his dorm deciding on how to wear
his hair.
Something had caught Speck’s vision has they slowed to a walk,
“Marcus?” She squinted to see, yes it was him. Pulling Speck’s
bridle to lead her to him. “Hello Marcus.” She greeted.