[We saw Fantastic Beasts last night!! It was good fun, especially the creatures! Personally I'm not sure if it revitalized my Potter fandom energy, but I definitely did like Newt as a character. Also (did you get this at your screening?) the Logan preview!!! OMFG I CANNOT WAIT. GIVE IT TO ME. /grabby hands. I was kind of worried that we were going to get YET ANOTHER Wolverine origin story, so I am thrilled to see something that's so not that. And also so eager to see how it fits with other X-Men movie timeline stuff. /vibrates]
Aurus would have felt a little embarrassed for showing off if he'd thought about Charles watching just then. Actually, he could very well imagine Hakkyuu's voice accusing him of being a show off--Aurus did miss his former student from time to time.
At the moment, however, thinking of Hakkyuu (or at least of how Hakkyuu had been when Aurus first met him) served to remind him of the other angry young man he'd lately encountered, and though he was smiling and chuckling at the group's reactions, his eyes scanned the assembled students to see whether Andrew was still there, whether he'd simply left or whether he'd stayed and what reaction the specter of Glint had drawn from him.
To the others he patiently answered every question put to him--yes, that was how her crystalline body really looked; yes, she talked, in fact she spoke to him often and was listening to them all right now; no, in reality she was much bigger than the specter had been. He explained as much as he could about the ritual that had cleansed her corruption, though he had to admit that the precise mechanisms were now obscure, the city where the altar had been now smashed to ruins. And he asked them to tell him what stories of dragons were known in their world in return.
But with the little blonde girl he felt a special caring, not just because of what she'd made, but because of what Ventari's teachings meant to him, what they meant to all of his people. Glint might have been spectacular, but Ventari was in the sylvari's marrow. "I hope you will make one for yourself as well," he told her. "I am already sure I will never forget my time here, and your gift will help me feel closer, even when I am far away. I would like you to remember my time here as well--remember Ventari's words and the peace they can bring. You have a rare and wonderful gift.
"Here," he placed a hand on the ground and grew a single flower for her--a bright white daisy which he plucked and presented to her. "It won't last as long as your sculpture, of course. Tell me, what's your name?"
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Aurus would have felt a little embarrassed for showing off if he'd thought about Charles watching just then. Actually, he could very well imagine Hakkyuu's voice accusing him of being a show off--Aurus did miss his former student from time to time.
At the moment, however, thinking of Hakkyuu (or at least of how Hakkyuu had been when Aurus first met him) served to remind him of the other angry young man he'd lately encountered, and though he was smiling and chuckling at the group's reactions, his eyes scanned the assembled students to see whether Andrew was still there, whether he'd simply left or whether he'd stayed and what reaction the specter of Glint had drawn from him.
To the others he patiently answered every question put to him--yes, that was how her crystalline body really looked; yes, she talked, in fact she spoke to him often and was listening to them all right now; no, in reality she was much bigger than the specter had been. He explained as much as he could about the ritual that had cleansed her corruption, though he had to admit that the precise mechanisms were now obscure, the city where the altar had been now smashed to ruins. And he asked them to tell him what stories of dragons were known in their world in return.
But with the little blonde girl he felt a special caring, not just because of what she'd made, but because of what Ventari's teachings meant to him, what they meant to all of his people. Glint might have been spectacular, but Ventari was in the sylvari's marrow. "I hope you will make one for yourself as well," he told her. "I am already sure I will never forget my time here, and your gift will help me feel closer, even when I am far away. I would like you to remember my time here as well--remember Ventari's words and the peace they can bring. You have a rare and wonderful gift.
"Here," he placed a hand on the ground and grew a single flower for her--a bright white daisy which he plucked and presented to her. "It won't last as long as your sculpture, of course. Tell me, what's your name?"