Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-5583506-20170725004323

"I would still be in control of myself", Ylva said proudly with her arms crossed over her chest. "Even as a werewolf, as is common in our family. However I am unable to control the transformation itself if I can't calm down in time."

"Hey there, kid!" a voice called up from behind Ylva. A voice she recognised far too well.

She got her hair tousled up in a mess, causing her to growl angrily.

"Hey, what gives?!" she said.

On either side of her two men in their early twenties smiled cheekily at her. They seemed to be identical hadn't it been for the fact that one of them had long, flowing hair and the other had his cut short. One could see the resemblance between the girl and them however.

"So how is our favourite lil' sis doing?" Hati scoffed.

"As if we had any other", shrugged Skoll.

"Don't you have a pile of horse crap you can stick your ugly mugs into?" Ylva suggested surly.

"Don't make that face to us, pup. You are not that pretty", Hati grinned and pinched her cheek, enjoying watching her get annoyed.

"We will be looking forward to see your progress though, sis", Skoll said and punched her on the shoulder slightly.

"Progress, that's a good one", Hati laughed. "She will probably eat the first kid who gets her mad and then get herself thrown out. What would father say?"

"Beat it!" Ylva snarled.

Hati and Skoll pretended to be all terrified and scurried back to their own table laughing.

Ylva already seemed to be in a foul mood and so grabbed the nearest steak she could find with her bare hands and dug in, grinding her teeth deep into the piece of meat.

Bethany still said nothing to anyone. She seemed content to be all quiet and drink whatever was in that goblet of hers, mildly reminding of the way a butterfly would sip nectar.

"Look over there", Juliana said, motioning her head in the direction of the doorway. "Looks like someone came to hold their little speech early."

The Guildmaster entered the dining hall. To many of the children he would appear to be a man in his early sixties. He didn't look friendly in the least. He had a patch for his left eye and the right one had a gaze that would make anyone anxious to meet. His grizzled beard was trimmed to his jawline and he had shoulder-length hair with no signs of going bald. He wore long flowing robes in blue that swept after him wherever he went almost as if he controlled the apparel at will.