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Do siblings always have the same train of thought?" Solara turned to look as Trista's voice sounded from ahead of her. "I have no control over Fucuello's actions. He is my companion but he has his own mind and agenda just like you do from your companion. While I can try to console him in the end it is his choice. Yes his actions are immature but did you ever consider that may just be apart of his personality. Ever think to see it from his side of the mirror. I'm sorry if you feel threatened and if you have a bone to pick with my companion then feel free to take it up with him directly."

"Companions certainly seem to get jealous around you Trista, perhaps they think you are going to steal, or get stolen, away from them?" Solara wore no grin on her face but a smile was in her voice as she walked up from behind Trista, Angel, and Saga.

Dressed sharply, Solara wore a dark, black, vest-jacket with a dark red lining inside the lapels that ended just below her but, underneath which she wore a lighter gray t'shirt. her pants, black, like her coat, were held up by a belt of the same color of the inside of her vest. on her feet she wore white socks within the same red-rimmed high heels, the heels and bottom of the shows white.

Ravian on the other hand had decided to attend the dinner tonight within a smaller version of her normal fox form, and was at her shoulder, equal to Solara's. Her color scheme in contrast to Solara's own was white with light blue marking along her face and body. Ravian however was silent as she padded along behind Solara, preferring to remain within her guise of a slightly larger than normal wolf, as this form had not yet been seen by any of the new students, nor did she, as she told Solara when they were getting ready, did she want to draw attention away from her.