"That makess ssensse -" Skan stops, tries again, this time with more attention to minimizing the gryphon-accent. "That makes sensse." 

Scritch scritch. "I'm not sure everyone's been very welcoming to him though. Apparently some gryphons swooped at him to scare him when he first showed up! And people pretend they're going to throw stuff at him, and his roommates tease."

Skan hisses. "There are gryphonss who think it'ss very funny! To mock touristss and visitorss that way." 

"That's so mean though! What if they never saw a gryphon before, they'd think gryphons were all mean."

"They musst think that'ss funny too." 

"They need better senses of humor."

"Sso do hiss roommatess!" Skan seems a little defensive. "Gryphonss are not the only oness who have bad sensses of humour sometimess." 

"I know that but how will he find out, if the first gryphons he met were mean and he himself happens to be a human?"

"- I could be friendss with him?" Skan scuffs his claws at the marble floor. "I guess he might be too sscared of me." 

"Yeah, I asked him yesterday if he wanted me to call you over and ask if you could carry both of us - we wound up walking to my house. He said no, but I don't know if it was that or something else."

"Mmm." And now Skan is out of attention span for conversation and instead starts trying to leap at the ceiling lights (they're mage-light crystals half enclosed in the ceiling and fairly indestructible, fortunately.) 

Cute.

She collects her lunch at the dining hall. Looks around to see if Ma'ar is there.

Ma'ar doesn't seem to be there. 

Maybe he'll have lunch later. Or already had it, even. Omnomnom. Maybe she should teach him Mindspeech protocol so he can poke her if he wants words or something, and then she can back off after that. She heads for his room.

He's not there. One of the roommates answers the door and gives her an odd look. "Looking for your boyfriend?" Snicker. 

Eyeroll. "Can you tell me where Ma'ar is?"

Shrug. "Ask the hertasi. We told them to make him room with someone else - poor them, he's a horrible roommate, but that's not our problem." 

"Uh-huh." Hertasi, hertasi, where are you.

Here's one! "Yes, Azabel?" 

"Hi, did Ma'ar move? Where can I find him?"

"Oh! Yes, this way - poor thing, roommates tried to rat him out for noise violations because he has nightmares or something, but it'd seemed like he might prefer a single to himself anyway." 

"That's what I said! I'd been going to tell him to ask." Follow follow. It's not really surprising that given everything else he has nightmares.

The hertasi leads her all the way down to the end of the hall and knocks on the door. 

"Who is it," says a muffled, suspicious voice. 

"It's Aza!"