In the face of the boy in such a state, he held his tongue, all but dragged the other away before he got himself into more trouble than he was worth. Perhaps that was his mistake, his own foolish choice to try to do something right. Compassion had been hard to come by, a disconnect from who he had been and who he was, it was why he sought out old habits. Seeking such knowledge soothed him, if it would lead him to new magic he could not be sure, but it was worth the effort if it gave him another tool. But in aid of what, of who, for himself? That would be a first. Still keeping words to himself did not stop the sarcasm that slipped through the cracks, how strange. But he did not bother to linger on the why. Let the other mumble to himself as he liked until he dropped him down, dumped icy water atop his head and across his own form.
Were this his own youth, he'd be cackling with laughter at the simple vengeance at one who had prodded and poked at his personality seeking a reaction, now it was little more then a snort. Worrying and ignored, perhaps if he spoke to one of the spirits he might find in his dreams he could begin to understand why. [color=#008e02]"Shouldn't have started punching back then, should you?"[/color] Not an accusation but a question more than anything else, he had not been there for the start of it, but it did not take much to figure out how it might end if one of them had already resorted to using magic. Never a good sign usually, at least not with those that had lived such short lives.
[color=#008e02]"Of course there is, you simply do not see it."[/color] He was not offended by the assumption of his lack of humor, times as of late had been sorely lacking and perhaps he needed to start making up for that in due time. Yet knowing Elgar'nan yet lived and wanted to ruin the world as it was now, left little time for such levity but perhaps it was better to do so in spite of the damn bastard. Might even piss him off, now wouldn't that be fun? Oh certainly. In the process of such a thought, he did not consider the actions that followed. The familiar magic around them, a reminder of home, of how easily magic called to him and followed his will. Used to make life easier, to save time and yet still he'd witnessed so many back away when he flicked his wrist to use magic as opposed to using a staff. Fear still lingered, but the reaction he witnessed was something else entirely, it made him look up from the words upon the page.
A hazel gaze swept over the younger for but a second, over his reaction to the reach of his magic and gradually slowly, pulled it away with an obvious clear tug of his hand, a flick of the wrist up into a closed fist to dismiss it before settling back at his side. The barrier lowering and fading, heat seeping away into the air. The fire would do it's job and ensure Ruth would not freeze, but little else without further mana expended. [color=#008e02]"My apologies, I shall not do so again."[/color] A quiet, honest murmur, eyes cast back to the writing before him still settled within his lap.
[color=#008e02]"I would not call carrying you one-handed by your collar, levitating, but to each their own."[/color] At the very least the boy had not stormed off to drink his sorrows any further, only now determined to stay and likely irritate him. Was that a blessing or a curse? He could not be sure. Either way, while his demand for some other form of warmth did not go unnoticed, it did go unanswered. At least for a few moments, before his magic moved within the world around them once more, though nowhere near Ruth. But quietly moving a blanket from the depths of his own satchel across the space, settled just beside the other to reach out and take should he want it. [color=#008e02]"All I ask is that you do not throw up on it."[/color] A softer fabric then would ever be made with the methods of today he suspected, enchanted against wear and tear, such fabric was almost as old as him, but Ruth didn't need to know that.
Were this his own youth, he'd be cackling with laughter at the simple vengeance at one who had prodded and poked at his personality seeking a reaction, now it was little more then a snort. Worrying and ignored, perhaps if he spoke to one of the spirits he might find in his dreams he could begin to understand why. [color=#008e02]"Shouldn't have started punching back then, should you?"[/color] Not an accusation but a question more than anything else, he had not been there for the start of it, but it did not take much to figure out how it might end if one of them had already resorted to using magic. Never a good sign usually, at least not with those that had lived such short lives.
[color=#008e02]"Of course there is, you simply do not see it."[/color] He was not offended by the assumption of his lack of humor, times as of late had been sorely lacking and perhaps he needed to start making up for that in due time. Yet knowing Elgar'nan yet lived and wanted to ruin the world as it was now, left little time for such levity but perhaps it was better to do so in spite of the damn bastard. Might even piss him off, now wouldn't that be fun? Oh certainly. In the process of such a thought, he did not consider the actions that followed. The familiar magic around them, a reminder of home, of how easily magic called to him and followed his will. Used to make life easier, to save time and yet still he'd witnessed so many back away when he flicked his wrist to use magic as opposed to using a staff. Fear still lingered, but the reaction he witnessed was something else entirely, it made him look up from the words upon the page.
A hazel gaze swept over the younger for but a second, over his reaction to the reach of his magic and gradually slowly, pulled it away with an obvious clear tug of his hand, a flick of the wrist up into a closed fist to dismiss it before settling back at his side. The barrier lowering and fading, heat seeping away into the air. The fire would do it's job and ensure Ruth would not freeze, but little else without further mana expended. [color=#008e02]"My apologies, I shall not do so again."[/color] A quiet, honest murmur, eyes cast back to the writing before him still settled within his lap.
[color=#008e02]"I would not call carrying you one-handed by your collar, levitating, but to each their own."[/color] At the very least the boy had not stormed off to drink his sorrows any further, only now determined to stay and likely irritate him. Was that a blessing or a curse? He could not be sure. Either way, while his demand for some other form of warmth did not go unnoticed, it did go unanswered. At least for a few moments, before his magic moved within the world around them once more, though nowhere near Ruth. But quietly moving a blanket from the depths of his own satchel across the space, settled just beside the other to reach out and take should he want it. [color=#008e02]"All I ask is that you do not throw up on it."[/color] A softer fabric then would ever be made with the methods of today he suspected, enchanted against wear and tear, such fabric was almost as old as him, but Ruth didn't need to know that.
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