Is that 'Empathy' I spell? :|
WHO: Mozenrath, Arkady
WHERE: Arkady's Cabin
WHEN: After port, when Moze has taken some time to be less pissy and look back over the journals and think. :|
WHAT: An apology. Also a graduation (finally).
WARNINGS: Floof?
Mozenrath didn't put a whole lot of stock into these things called 'feelings'. They were an effort to control, even with meditation, and often embarrassing to share. It was a good guy thing. Not a Mozenrath thing. But this did not mean he failed to have them -- he just didn't display them...in terribly constructive ways. The port had been uncomfortable for him because there was no magic. (Also...Xerxes was just sort of a flying fish skeleton and it put him too much in mind of what happened the month before.) It might have been more discomforting, certainly, but being denied some of his faint but still extranormal senses? Not at all pleasing. It just happened to be his luck that without magic, his right arm didn't go dead because...land of the dead.
It didn't really click for him why his Warden had such an outburst about his post, especially when he thought he was actually being helpful. But then on reflection he was reminded she had mystical abilities, too, and along with her unusual, often discomfittingly sweet bearing, she also relied much on her abilities.
This was when he glanced over his conversation with her, and he thought twice about what he had said. More, he remembered what it was like to have what little magic he could muster, in his early months on the barge, taken away from him. So desperate to hold onto what power he could find and keep, of course he was more prone to hysterics then. Not in the hopes of eliciting the response he wanted but out of genuine fear and need.
He made his way to Arkady's room.
WHERE: Arkady's Cabin
WHEN: After port, when Moze has taken some time to be less pissy and look back over the journals and think. :|
WHAT: An apology. Also a graduation (finally).
WARNINGS: Floof?
Mozenrath didn't put a whole lot of stock into these things called 'feelings'. They were an effort to control, even with meditation, and often embarrassing to share. It was a good guy thing. Not a Mozenrath thing. But this did not mean he failed to have them -- he just didn't display them...in terribly constructive ways. The port had been uncomfortable for him because there was no magic. (Also...Xerxes was just sort of a flying fish skeleton and it put him too much in mind of what happened the month before.) It might have been more discomforting, certainly, but being denied some of his faint but still extranormal senses? Not at all pleasing. It just happened to be his luck that without magic, his right arm didn't go dead because...land of the dead.
It didn't really click for him why his Warden had such an outburst about his post, especially when he thought he was actually being helpful. But then on reflection he was reminded she had mystical abilities, too, and along with her unusual, often discomfittingly sweet bearing, she also relied much on her abilities.
This was when he glanced over his conversation with her, and he thought twice about what he had said. More, he remembered what it was like to have what little magic he could muster, in his early months on the barge, taken away from him. So desperate to hold onto what power he could find and keep, of course he was more prone to hysterics then. Not in the hopes of eliciting the response he wanted but out of genuine fear and need.
He made his way to Arkady's room.