Re: A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood
Laethwyr meets Alia's eyes as she shouts at him, folding his arms and waiting it out with a sneer - but her question to Tralistair startles him. Even as he scoffs, the T'skrang is giving the flick of his tail that, for the lizard-like folk, equates to a shrug.
"I don't know, of course," he says, in a hasty, don't-get-your-hopes-too-high tone. "But the nickname Airhead is not entirely uncommon among those with early leanings to the path."
Laethwyr seems about to interrupt, but Opluriko's question brings him back to the understanding that he's rather surrounded, which does deflate him somewhat. "They're..." He glances at Chaia, and then to Avahur, and freezes. Avahur stands in the doorway, his hand held flat, with the mouse resting on his palm. He's leaning towards it, letting it sniff at his nose.
To Kerric, Flechette laughs. "Think you could give me a scratch, now? Modesty's not one of your strong suits, is it?" she asks.
A bit stunned, Laethwyr turns away from Avahur to look at Peck, giving his head a shake. "Wouldn't want to dirty myself in your forge anyway," he says, dismissively. "If you will excuse me, I shall go get my friends, and you may see for yourself." Spinning on a heel, , he stalks out, brushing past Avahur without looking at him. Looking a bit sheepish, Avahur lowers his hand, letting the mouse run off.
Jeanette watches Laethwyr go, shaking her head a little in bemusement, and then looks up at Yona. "Always like what?" she asks, with a straight face, followed by a grin. "More or less, I suppose, but we've never quite done this before. I've never seen a whole town actually without Adepts. But if I can take Kira's suggestion a little further..." She looks around at everyone. "If we're to teach you, I'd suggest we all keep it hushed, for now. Even from friends. Even from family. People might react funny, once word gets out; easier to tell them what's done, than what's doing, if you see my meaning. Harder for them to say we're Horror-Touched when they can see you're trained, and still alright. As for your...friends," and she looks to Chaia, who hasn't left, and seems to be staying awfully quiet, "Well. We're trouble makers ourselves, and," she looks at Flechette rather pointedly, "Some of us could easily be mistaken for bullies. If they have the spark, we'll likely be willing to teach them, too, and maybe they'll find a better purpose in it."
Orm'gha nods. "Most do," he says, his deep voice rumbling out.