#eruditegrinder

Khadgar? Do I need to bring back a certain poetical Forsaken Gentleman of Science?

Tosser of teacups.

Oh, this would definitely be a showdown of the ages. Look, you’re even in the lyrics! “Met an old man dying”.

Sloth: a headcanon about something your character hates to do or simply hates in general

“But Lucine, I do not WANT to be here.” Mahryna whined as she stumbled along behind Lucine, gloved hand clutched by the older woman’s. “Can’t I just stay home and take messages for you tonight?”

“Shush girl. This is not the end of the world.” Lucine rolled her eyes and steered Mahryna through the doors into the home where the evening’s festivities would be taking place. A good number of elves had already arrived, broken off into groups and discussing various topics. “It will do you some good to experience new things – especially being around polite company.” She turned away from the pouting girl and smiled brightly as a former associate approached with open arms.

She was forced by her guardian and employer to take part in conversations ranging in topic from the weather, to the current state of the world, to her own studies.

At dinner Mahryna had to be reminded frequently to smile, typically by a discrete kick under the table from Lucine. The forced, pained grins that resulted received more than a few nervous chuckles from the recipients.

Later in the evening, once the music had picked up again, the host’s son approached their group. “Doctor Alda'raai, I really must tell you how pleased we were that you could make it tonight. And your student too!”

Mahryna tensed.

“Perhaps the young lady would join me for a–” He stopped as he reached out and placed a hand against Mahryna’s shoulder. Immediately the girl glared at him from over her shoulder, and let out a rather feral-sounding snarl. “–A… no…  maybe not then.” He quickly backed away, hands held up.

Apologies were made, excuses were come up with, and shortly thereafter both teacher and student were on their way home. Lucine spent most of the trip loudly lecturing Mahryna, who stalked along behind her guardian and glared furiously at anyone who dared look at them the wrong way.

“Shut up, old woman! I will put up with a lot of things – I will go along with you to these stupid, idiotic dinner parties. I will force myself to smile, I will be NICE. But under no circumstances will I DANCE. EVER. DO NOT DEMEAN ME SO.”

Several essays were assigned in response, and dance lessons were scheduled.

Orange: My fellow curmudgeon and enjoyer of the darker things in lore. Bonus: cute, pinchable cheeks.