[OK SO I have to admit that I laughed really hard when Kylo Ren did indeed show up in my inbox. But anyway, Remus. And Marauders era. These are things that were both very dear to my heart. At all our Potter gatherings, Remus was the character that I cosplayed and I still have his old wizarding robes and tatty waistcoat in a suitcase somewhere. I have not seen the Marauders Era fan film (anything that's been released in HP since like 2009 I'm probably completely clueless on). But all of this is making me wonder and think and giving me...bad ideas. Like the idea that makes me want to ask if you do cross-canon stuff with your Marauders era Remus at all or if you have any interest on that front.]
The whole experience of this was, for Aurus, quite fascinating--a real crash course in understanding children (and in particular, children in groups). When he'd met human children in the past, it had generally been one at a time and, save for the three years or so he'd had Hakkyuu with him as a teen, always for short amounts of time.
Now he was discovering that interesting things could potentially happen when you put open questions to children. Questions, for example, like whether the dragons in their stories ever kidnapped princes, and then the question of why they did not. The tactic of posing rhetorical questions was not a new one to him by any means, but the effect of it here was...novel.
At any rate, for his part he had plenty of stories (histories, really) he could tell about the Elder Dragons, and he did selectively share those, letting the children learn the lore of different races in his world through those tales. So he told them about the dwarves, and therefore about King Jalis and the battle against the Great Destroyer. But he also told them about the famous norn hero Asgeir Dragonrender who had marshaled the Spirits of the Wild to fight against the rise of Jormag, buying his people time to escape to the south.
And into these stories, he wove a consistent thread of reference that always lead subtly back to the teachings of Ventari, the beacon of the tablet pulsing with its soft light and breaths of ghostly flowers over the grass.
He noticed, of course, that neither Hank or Charles had yet made an appearance as the afternoon drew on, and he couldn't help but muse on the reasons for that, wondering whether the two men were speaking, whether Hank had indeed gone to warn Charles away from him and what had transpired between them if he had.
It would have been very easy to get distracted by that train of thought and anxiously excuse himself to go find Charles within the school. But Aurus did not. It took a certain force of will to keep himself from thinking (or worrying) about the topic too much, but he did it because he knew he had to trust both men.
And at any rate, given how much time Aurus had spent alone in the past months, even the relative seclusion of the school grounds still felt positively bustling to him. In the past twelve hours he'd already talked more than he'd done in the past twelve months combined. So even when the number of children began to ebb, he still resolved to wait patiently were he was for a time. For someone so used to being his own company, that was not any trouble.
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The whole experience of this was, for Aurus, quite fascinating--a real crash course in understanding children (and in particular, children in groups). When he'd met human children in the past, it had generally been one at a time and, save for the three years or so he'd had Hakkyuu with him as a teen, always for short amounts of time.
Now he was discovering that interesting things could potentially happen when you put open questions to children. Questions, for example, like whether the dragons in their stories ever kidnapped princes, and then the question of why they did not. The tactic of posing rhetorical questions was not a new one to him by any means, but the effect of it here was...novel.
At any rate, for his part he had plenty of stories (histories, really) he could tell about the Elder Dragons, and he did selectively share those, letting the children learn the lore of different races in his world through those tales. So he told them about the dwarves, and therefore about King Jalis and the battle against the Great Destroyer. But he also told them about the famous norn hero Asgeir Dragonrender who had marshaled the Spirits of the Wild to fight against the rise of Jormag, buying his people time to escape to the south.
And into these stories, he wove a consistent thread of reference that always lead subtly back to the teachings of Ventari, the beacon of the tablet pulsing with its soft light and breaths of ghostly flowers over the grass.
He noticed, of course, that neither Hank or Charles had yet made an appearance as the afternoon drew on, and he couldn't help but muse on the reasons for that, wondering whether the two men were speaking, whether Hank had indeed gone to warn Charles away from him and what had transpired between them if he had.
It would have been very easy to get distracted by that train of thought and anxiously excuse himself to go find Charles within the school. But Aurus did not. It took a certain force of will to keep himself from thinking (or worrying) about the topic too much, but he did it because he knew he had to trust both men.
And at any rate, given how much time Aurus had spent alone in the past months, even the relative seclusion of the school grounds still felt positively bustling to him. In the past twelve hours he'd already talked more than he'd done in the past twelve months combined. So even when the number of children began to ebb, he still resolved to wait patiently were he was for a time. For someone so used to being his own company, that was not any trouble.