[Oh my lord today has been such a crazy day. I feel like I haven't stopped talking since 10AM. Which is so ironic because I've grown to have a hilariously small social circle outside of colleagues here where I work, so Wed-Thurs is like all of teaching and being social for the week in 48 intense hours. I adore many of the people here, but the kind of friendships I have with them are distinctly non-nerdy. (All my nerdy energy is spent with my partner these days.) And right now that's all working fine for me, but last year and the year before I was a pure emotional wreck, also living in mid-Bumblefuck and totally depressed, so I completely know the feeling. I also initially began planning to do my PhD in the UK because of a circle of fandom friends here who I wanted to be near. We've drifted apart over the years, but I am 100% on board with decisions to move to be near nerdy/fandom types regardless. (Also, drunken movie night finger painting sounds like the best idea ever omg.)]
Aurus watched the girl with the miniature tablet out of the corner of his eye, actually very interested to see what she'd manage to create. He rather thought he approved of her. Beyond a smile, though, he gave no outward sign just yet. (In his mind, he could feel Ventari's growing interest in what this student and her team of advisors might make. But then the centaur was inevitably quite eager for someone to get to the point of actually reading the tablet.)
As to this deluge of questions he was getting, Aurus was actually pretty ready with answers:
"Projection isn't my power because actually I'm not a mutant. So I don't have powers in the same sense as all of you. I do, however, have the ability to channel certain forms of energy--magical energy, broadly speaking.
"The Mists, which is also where I came from last night, is a proto-reality, a mystical space between worlds. Every time and every place is connected in some way through the Mists, like islands in a sea. I went there to wander, to explore. And last night I happened to arrive here.
"Do you think that makes me an alien?" He posed the question back like he hadn't quite settled on what answer he'd prefer to give it. "Personally I'm more inclined just to say that I'm a sylvari. But this is your world."
Of course if every answer Aurus gave spawned another five questions he's soon be swimming under an exponential flood, but he still preferred giving these children answers that left something to be puzzled out (actually, he preferred giving most people answers that left something to be puzzled out). And of course he equally did not know Charles was watching him from the window, but he would have been very pleased to know that he was, however far away.
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Aurus watched the girl with the miniature tablet out of the corner of his eye, actually very interested to see what she'd manage to create. He rather thought he approved of her. Beyond a smile, though, he gave no outward sign just yet. (In his mind, he could feel Ventari's growing interest in what this student and her team of advisors might make. But then the centaur was inevitably quite eager for someone to get to the point of actually reading the tablet.)
As to this deluge of questions he was getting, Aurus was actually pretty ready with answers:
"Projection isn't my power because actually I'm not a mutant. So I don't have powers in the same sense as all of you. I do, however, have the ability to channel certain forms of energy--magical energy, broadly speaking.
"The Mists, which is also where I came from last night, is a proto-reality, a mystical space between worlds. Every time and every place is connected in some way through the Mists, like islands in a sea. I went there to wander, to explore. And last night I happened to arrive here.
"Do you think that makes me an alien?" He posed the question back like he hadn't quite settled on what answer he'd prefer to give it. "Personally I'm more inclined just to say that I'm a sylvari. But this is your world."
Of course if every answer Aurus gave spawned another five questions he's soon be swimming under an exponential flood, but he still preferred giving these children answers that left something to be puzzled out (actually, he preferred giving most people answers that left something to be puzzled out). And of course he equally did not know Charles was watching him from the window, but he would have been very pleased to know that he was, however far away.