Chapter 22 - New Information 2

But the origins of my family weren't of importance right now— after all this was about her currently, not me. So with an interest in learning more about her— her family— I spoke once more.

"I see, that's interesting. Does that mean your family is one of the most powerful hunting families or what?"

This was a genuine question since depending on how powerful her family was I might have to break my promise. I might have to tell my family about them after all since it would be dangerous for us to live in a town with a powerful hunting family.

Even if we were powerful ourselves.

"I wouldn't say we are powerful or anything, we do have a long history but that's really as far as it goes. We kind of have more access to information in the Guild, but most of our actual power was lost over time."

Her words were laced with emotions of longing and sadness— longing for a past that was long gone and sadness at the level their family had fallen to.

I couldn't help but feel pity for her, even if it wasn't even affecting her or me. It was odd emotions— emotions I didn't know what to do with.

Everything was so complicated.

It was never this complicated before.

With a mental sigh at the thoughts of how things have changed since coming here— how complicated things had become— I spoke once more.

"I'm sorry to hear that?"

I was unsure why I was apologizing to her, but I felt like I should be because of the tone of her voice.

Maybe I just wanted to comfort her— maybe I just wanted her to know I cared.

Hearing my apology she was snapped out of her somber mood— her face turning towards me with a somewhat surprised look before quickly watching away in the other direction.

"It has nothing to do with you— you don't need to say sorry."

She said, her tone somewhat muffled since she was looking away with a stutter somewhere in there that I overlooked.

'Hmm... Strange, is something the matter?'

I thought to myself but then decided to leave it as such— thinking it was something not too important since she seemed fine.

She was also right since it had nothing to do with me, for the most part, and I had no reason to say sorry to her.

"How long have your family been around town?"

I asked as I tried to steer the conversation away from such a depressing topic— plus I was curious how long they were in town without the Council knowing of them.

"My family moved here around 4 and a half years ago. We actually moved here from another small nearby town— where we lived for most of my life."

As she mentioned her family living here for 4 years— I could vaguely remember Becky mentioning something similar to that but I must have forgotten because I wasn't paying attention to her.

The fact that she moved though made me rather curious, why would they suddenly move after living their whole life there?

Seemed odd.

"Why di—"

As I was about to ask the question, however, the door opened up once more for the professor to walk in— calling attention to the students in the classroom.

Thus cutting my question short as Rosaline spoke up before I could ask it.

"Let's focus on class, we can talk after or something."

Nodding, I moved back into my seat properly and decided to focus on the class for the day— an actual entertaining class led by a young-looking female professor.

Art class wasn't boring for even a second, and it actually helped me distract myself from thoughts of the Hunters to an extent.

We didn't do a lot since it was still rather early— we simply talked about some different types of drawing styles— and techniques that people used to do them.

And while the class was fun— I found myself easily distracted by the movements of Rosaline— the way her eyes flickered left and right as she listened to the professor speak.

The way her hair fluttered around her shoulders due to the light breeze that came through the window— and the way she sat.

I don't know why I found myself so easily lost in thought about her— she wasn't even doing anything notable.

Her gaze was focused on the professor but it was hard to tell when she was truly listening since she often had her head tilted down slightly towards the floor or out the window.

It was obvious to anyone that she wasn't as interested in art as me— that much was clear.

But still— I couldn't stop my mind from wandering, so much so that when the professor finished the class for the day I almost didn't hear it.

"Well, that's enough for today," Professor Miranda announced as she ended the class.

Miranda was her name— Miranda Avery to be exact.

She was my art professor during my stay here at the college.

However long that stay might be.

She seemed rather kind, and friendly even. Openly talking to any students that talked to her and even trying to make the more quiet ones partake in the activities.

She was the type of teacher that clearly enjoyed her job and showed it to everyone she taught.

But that was enough of her— the class had already finished and it was time to head out.

From the corner of my eyes, I even spotted Rosaline quickly packing her stuff and getting ready to leave. And since I had things to talk to her about still, I hurried along as well.

"Hey, Rosaline."

Once outside the classroom and in the hallway, I called out to her as soon as I spotted her heading down the aisle.

She stopped when she heard my call out to her from behind, turning her head to face me.

I honestly wasn't sure what I was planning to tell her, I originally wanted to ask her some more questions, but with her facing me I froze up.

For a moment I just stared at her in shock, not knowing how to react— and she did the same. Until finally I spoke up when I remember what I was here for.

"I still have some questions for you, why don't we talk some more later?"

I said intending to meet up with her after school to hang out.

Talk about the hunters, and gather information.

That's what I meant, not hanging out.