Brooding it out [OTA]

[danceforglory]

Classes had been going well, this year. His children were mostly attending - though not Daemon. He still hadn't managed to talk him into attending. It would be good, he thought, for his son to learn the art he had been born to

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[not_queertype]

Here's a young man who could use a mentor who knows about wielding incredible power with responsibility: he's currently striding along the hallway, holding his swordstick behind his head, across his shoulders, on his way out into the evening, but easily interruptible.

[danceforglory]

Saetan is drawn towards those like a moth to a flame.

Walking with a purpose, Saetan notices him as tey brush by each other. He stops, and turns to face the boy.

"It's late to be going out to practice."

[not_queertype]

He turns, looking up at Saetan, then bows; clearly, he comes from a time and place where such gestures are part of common etiquette. "My lord must excuse me: I find the evening to a bracing time for a walk," he says.

[danceforglory]

"I've always prefered such things in the evening as well." Sunlight still hurt, after all. Even in this magical place.

There didn't appear to be anything bothering him at the moment, and it took Saetan a moment to decide what to do.

[temperofscelt]

"You look a little distracted," Morghann piped up from where she'd tucked herself away in a chair in the lobby. "Is something wrong?"

[danceforglory]

Saetan pivoted slightly, and made his way over to sit in a chair across form him.

"Just a wandering mind, you know how it gets at my age. How are you, Morghann?"

[temperofscelt]

"I'm fine," Morghann said with a smile. "And at your age, I suppose your mind is allowed to wander a bit." The smile widened slightly, and there was a teasing tone to her words.

[danceforglory]

"It's so kind of you to assuage my worry, so." He smiles back.