Tyaloc saw the college. Loving the way it looked the smell of fresh books. Though she never had been to the college before. Nor had she ever gone to a school on land. So this interested her. Though seeing all the teenagers walking about she had the urge to trip them all. And watch them fall and smack they're face.

Aw. The sudden urges to be so very, very, bad.

Athiyk was practicing in one of the yards, her scimitars flashing in the sunlight. They sang as they cut through the air and there was a look of pure concentration. It would not be long before she left for the Underdark, and she was constantly praying to the stars that Jhael was not dead.

Tyaloc was walking into the college when she saw a fair lady. The lady seemed nice enough yet worried. Yes she seemed worried about something. Something was bugging this woman. Something horribly bad bugged her.

Athiyk was used to people watching her practice by now. Few could match her speed and mastery with scimitars. She had been trained all her life to be a quick and skillful fighter.

She noticed the woman watching her, but did nothing in response.

Tyaloc turned so she would not feel embarrassed. This woman had some pain. Though Tyaloc was not an empath she felt bad for the woman as if her pain transferred to her. Though she felt a need not to feel sorry for her to. For most people do not like it when other's feel sorry for them. Still Tyaloc could not help it.

Athiyk's swords slowed, first only a little but until they were finally stopping. She sheathed them both, sweat dripping down the side of her face. She winced, wishing that the dull pain that now constantly burned within her would stop.

Turning, she faced Tyaloc at last, her white eyes sizing her up, as though judging the strangers worth, if she were worth speaking to. Athiyk was not an unkind spirit, but she still held her Drow pride, but not in a world of evil and fear, rather a pride in walking the Surface and not being afraid to face her enemies head-on.

"Greetings," she said simply.

"Hello to you to." Said Tyaloc.

She noticed the woman was skilled in many ways. Also she had enough since to not pick a fight with the woman for the woman looked a lot stronger. Smiling at the woman she was in deep thought. Though she did not want to give off the impression that she was afraid of the woman. Even though she wasn't. Well not really....

Athiyk nodded, indifferent. It had been a long day and Athiyk was weary. "I am Athiyk," she said, introducing herself.

"My name is Tyaloc." She said smiling brightly.