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Thu Jul 12, 2018 2:49 pm

31st of Bethas, 2707
The Field of Practical Application | Early Afternoon
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Professor Doreen DalliumTeaches Perceptive magic. Wears glasses and has clear, yellow eyes. Her hair is starting to go grey but her mind is as sharp as it ever was. Values politeness and hates jokers with a bright passion. was a serious sort of woman, and her sixth form Perceptive Conversation class felt far more full of students than usual. Rowdy students. Or, perhaps, just one or two rowdy students. She loathed one in particular, and yet couldn't bring herself to kick them out of the class because, unfortunately, they usually had the right answers or came up with a strange turn of Monite phrasing that did just what was necessary.

It was an uncomfortable balance.

Professor Dallium had her favorites, it was true, and today she hoped to let them shine like the chilly Bethas sun as she led her class out toward the Field of Practical Application for a group lesson. It would require concentration, she warned in the classroom after writing several explanations on the board, most of them having to do with the function of the eye and the nerves that were known to connect the retina to the brain in preparation for her planned magical exercise.

The thorn in her side was being loud again, and the greying professor adjusted her glasses but held back her desire to intervene. It was chilly outside today and, strangely enough, a thin dusting of very late season snow coated everything like powdered sugar despite the cloudless sky that had formed this late in the afternoon,

"Gods, the snow this season—can you believe it?" Rhys was dragging his feet in the stuff, leaving a trail behind himself and grinning. Truth be told, the lanky boy had obviously been stuck inside too long for his own good. This was his last class of the day and he was practically stir crazy, no matter how interesting the content.

"Only you'd be surprised, towhead." Smirked Jenowynn, the red-head rolling her blue eyes and looking away from him, aware that she was most likely starting a round of jokes at the taller youth's expense. Rhys was an easy scapegoat—over a full head taller than most of his classmates, blond, and intelligent in a way that he often forgot to remember.

"If you had any talent in Quantitative, you'd have understood Professor Lux's weather interpretations for the Spring." Added Kent with a tone that implied the auburn-haired boy thought himself far more clever than the target of his jibe.

Rhys' grin shifted then, as if he'd expected their mockery, and his blue eyes narrowed with something far more calculating than simple mischief, "I clocking understood the weather predictions just fine, but if you memorized the thing, you'd realize that this snow is a full three days ahead and twice as de—"

"Enough."

"—eeep." He couldn't help it. He just couldn't.

"Thank you. Keep that talk to outside of class, please." Professor Dallium disarmed the aspiring Seventen with a stern growl, arching a brow at the young Valentin as if she was quite aware he'd been planning a coy entrapment of his antagonists all along. She loathed Jenowynn Johannowitz with a passion, and it thrilled her when the tall blond creature put her in her place every time. Still, she couldn't let her class see her approval, and instead she turned toward another member of class and offered to the platinum-haired girl the contents of her satchel—an armful of blindfolds, "Charity, be a dear and hand these out to everyone, would you?"

Amber gaze blinking from behind her spectacles, she smiled and then turned to address the class, waving her arms to invite them all closer. Her breath made little clouds as she spoke, and her nose was already quite red in the chill,

"Now, we've spent the past several days talking about senses and the underlying systems that keep them at work within our bodies. Today, I'm going to pair you up and you all are going to be practicing some spells to test your knowledge of perception, starting with sight." With that, she waited for a moment until the young woman she'd assigned to hand out the blindfolds was finished before she began to point and assign students in pairs, saying their names as she went,

"... And, let's see, that leaves you, Miss D'Arthe, and you, Mister Valentin. Everyone pair off here in the Lawn and one of you put on the blindfold. Then, it's up to you to decide how to share senses and make your way back to the classroom without falling, taking off the blindfold, or speaking out loud after your initial casting. You have half an hour and I'll be watching."

Everyone knew she meant it, too.

She went on to explain the route that each pair would have to take to get to class again, assigning the two blonds a route across the Lawn and past the cafeteria, though she didn't say whether they could or couldn't go through the currently empty building so much as to point out the sidewalks, stairs, and topiary she specifically wanted them to walk past. When she was finished, Professor Dallium clapped her hands to announce she had nothing more to say, spoke a few crisp words of Monite that clearly connected her to her entire class with such enviably little effort, and then began her own walk back to the comfortable warmth of their classroom.

Chatter and complaining and planning and practice began to bubble up from the assembled students once abandoned by their teacher. Rhys' sharp blue gaze strayed from watching the Professor's retreat to the blindfold in his hands before he finally (finally) looked to the petite blonde who'd been chosen as his partner—

Good Lady, why? Why her?

A tiny, delicate creature, to say that she was pretty would have been an understatement in his teenaged mind, and such an admission intimidated the boy beyond any sane measure. He could talk to other girls, but not her. While they shared towhead jokes in common and he'd heard her father was Patrol Captain of the Seventen once he'd chosen his focus, he'd spent far too much of their shared classes avoiding her, vaguely aware that all he could think of in her presence was that one time in third form she smiled at him.

His grin faltered and he cleared his throat, holding the blindfold between them with excruciating awkwardness, as if it smelled worse than a wet kenser dredged through the Dives in summer. It took him a moment too long to meet her fascinating violet eyes hesitantly, and his voice wavered just a little with his question, as if he wasn't sure if he should be volunteering or if he should be making demands, "So, uh, Charity, would you like to wear the blindfold or be the guide?"

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Fri Jul 13, 2018 10:21 am

31st of Bethas, 2707
FIELD OF PRACTICAL APPLICATION | EARLY AFTERNOON
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Charity laughed a little too loudly as she walked beside Diaxio, her closest and oldest friend, glancing at Professor Dallium with a contrite smile and a mumbled apology as the older galdor shot her a look that could wither the most hearty of flowers. As soon as the woman turned back to leading her students towards the Lawn, the darked haired hox girl beside her huddled closer with a restrained laugh.

“Rhys Valentin? Really? I mean…look at him.” The diminutive blonde stole a quick peek at the tall boy dragging his feet through the snow, before giggling again and curling an arm in the other girls so they could press closer together conspiriously.

“I am looking at him Xi. That’s the clocking point.” A small gust of Bethas wind caught her pale hair and whipped it briefly around her face with a chilly bite, causing both girls to squeal a little and pull the hoods of their school coats closer. She could hear the blonde haired boy talking about the weather, everyone could hear him, and it was difficult not to grin at his utter lack of care for the weary Professor’s patience.

"He’s right you know, about the snow.” She whispered to Diaxio, giggling again as Rhys just had to finish his sentence. The hoxian curled her nose with a roll of her eyes and a playful grin, well aware Charity was nursing a longstanding crush on the teenager, since at least third form. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something the girl had pursued, her father making it very well known his daughter was to be prepared for grander things and that schoolyard flings would not be tolerated.

“Is that why you like him? Because he’s a smart arse about the weather? Oh, Mister Valentin, please regale me again with your fascinating predictions on snow!” Diaxio mocked in a high sweet voice, fluttering her eyelashes and pressing her free hand against her heart, much to the blondes embarrassment.

“Shut your head Xi!” The aspiring pianist hissed, checking on the boy one last time lest her friend’s teasing get overheard. Then, her life was over, or at least in the view of her sixteen year old mind. As they came to a stop, the young woman blinked as Professor Dallium approached her with an armful of blindfolds.

“Oh. Right. Yes Miss.” The teen said with a quick smile, before allowing Diaxio to take one and moving around the student group to give everyone their mask. Approaching Rhys and his friends, Charity couldn’t meet his gaze, offering the blindfolds like a dumb mute. As she handed out the last one, the words fell from the older womans lips like the executioners axe.

... And, let's see, that leaves you, Miss D'Arthe, and you, Mister Valentin.

Tocks!

Levelling a glare at Diaxio as she all but cried with restrained laughter as the two took their instructions, the pale girl fiddled with her fingernails and kept her violet gaze on the Professor almost too intently. Finally, with a clap of her hands and a titter of monite, the woman left the students to Perceptively fend for themselves. As the rest of the class started to discuss their plans or complain about the task, Charity took a deep breath and turned to face the taller boy with an awkward smile.

“Sure, I can.” She answered incorrectly as crisp blue eyes met her own, bringing a cherry flush to her cheeks and causing her heart to race a million trillion miles a minute. Her field practically flowed around her, warm with immature thoughts—what was it like to kiss anyway? What would it be like if Rhys kissed her.

Stop, stop, stop!

The girl laughed nervously, before tossing her hair behind her and shaking off her bumbling with a lift of her chin and a casual scoff.

“I meant, I can wear the blindfold. Thanks.” Taking the offending item with extra special caution not to brush his hand with hers, Charity slipped it over her eyes and positioned it comfortably before nodding in his general direction.

“Okay, I am officially blind. My life is in your hands, so, don’t let me like, fall down the stairs or something?” She quipped, half holding her hands out as though ready for the worst, a grin on her lips.

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Sun Jul 15, 2018 4:54 pm

31st of Bethas, 2707
The Field of Practical Application | Early Afternoon
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For tock's sake, the platinum-haired girl was staring at him, and the color that graced her cheeks was mirrored in his own the moment she misspoke. He grinned at her laugh, a bright, beaming expression instead of the somewhat awkward, spacey one he'd worn just a few ticks before,

"Wait—" She was careful not to touch him even though his fingers felt like they itched in anticipation, and he blinked at her while she tied the blindfold on before hissing amusedly through his teeth, "Charity, uh, shouldn't we figure out how we want to do this instead of jumping right in? Just a little, I mean—"

Rhys was perhaps far too calculating to be so spontaneous at this point in his young, overly eager academic life, far too caught up in proving his worth in a competitive environment where he already knew his magical prowess seemed constantly disadvantaged no matter how hard he attempted to apply himself for reasons he didn't understand, but when Charity held her hands out to him and smiled, he stammered instead of finishing his thoughts. The tall boy resisted the urge to giggle childishly, to make a dumbstruck noise of entertainment, reaching up with one finger to tug the blindfold down over her nose, letting the rest of his hand brush her face without actually being conscious of the touch,

"Tsk, Miss D'Arthe. Don't put your life in my clocking hands. I'm not the best choice for such a responsibility in case you haven't noticed. Listen, let's brainstorm before everyone else gets moving—" Another wind whipped around them in the chilly Bethas afternoon and the tall boy shuddered, teeth chattering and exhaling a few curses before he continued, "—I'm thinking we simply share sight and maybe thoughts, you know? Nothing fancy is really needed here ... not like they're planning over there anyway."

Nodding his head in the direction of the pair of students who'd been harassing him previously, Rhys knew they would overthink things, knew they wanted to show off their skills in a way that honestly would just make them look like they had sticks up their erses in the end. The tall blond was practical, preferring to get things done efficiently, but that didn't mean without any display of power. There was power in self-control sometimes, power in using magic only when necessary. This was perhaps the appeal of the Seventen for him—it was not, not at all, because Charity D'Arthe's father was Patrol Division Co-Captain. No. Not at all ...

This exercise was just as much about their ability to use Perceptive magic as it was to work together, and even though he found meeting Charity's violet gaze for this long to be clocking distracting, her presence making him stumble over his words and his heart beat a little faster in his chest now that he held her full attention for their conversation, he wanted to do well for Professor Dallium who seemed to respect his struggles. He also wouldn't mind impressing the petite blonde girl who looked at him the way she seemed so oft to do, who so willingly put her life in his hands, metaphorically speaking.

"Right, so. As long as we communicate well, and I think we do, then this should be brilliant." Rhys hummed his half-assessment, half-question almost flirtatiously, excited now as he planned things out in his mind, talking with his hands, breath a hot cloud of words, "Then, we can go by all the landmarks she gave us—the circle of Magister statues, the sidewalk behind the cafeteria, and then around the Library back into the Perceptive Conversation Wing. The stairs may be the challenge, since we can't touch. Hmm. Anyway, you put the blindfold on and we cast in chorus, erm—"

The blond shifted to reach into his satchel, pulling out a worn leather journal that held his spell notes, thumbing through it and stepping closer, almost too close, in an attempt to be conspiratory. Their fields mingled comfortably, both laden with Perceptive magic in a way that made it feel as though neither of them felt the need for a separate identity in their proximity. His breath hitched at the sensation and he grinned a little more stupidly despite his excitement, despite getting caught up in his plotting for their exercise. He glanced at the delicate girl he was quite noticeably taller than almost shyly, and his voice dropped a little as if he suddenly worried they were being listened to,

"—unless you, uh, have some modifications, Charity? I'm sure you've got a better handle on this than me." The tall boy believed it, eager to study her thoughts and put them together with his own in the nerdiest way possible.
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Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:29 am

31st of Bethas, 2707
FIELD OF PRACTICAL APPLICATION | EARLY AFTERNOON
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Charity blushed, an awkward smile on her lips as Rhys reached out with a finger to drag the blind fold back down, acutely aware of the brush of warm fingers on her face. The pale skin tingled in the aftermath, his field mingling with hers in a way that always left the platinum galdor feeling almost weak at the knees. Tocks, she was staring. Blinking as though in a daze, she looked at him with a giggle, reaching up to take the soft material from her face with a shrug.

“I suppose that’s probably a pretty decent idea.” The mixed blood said with a slightly contrite look, shaking her head slightly as the chilled wind whipped her hair around her face, trying to keep it from going in her eyes or mouth. Tugging her lower lip between her teeth, biting off the most improper words she felt bubbling in her throat about what sort of choice he was for her life. Glancing over at the other students, Charity grinned again, her violet gaze purposefully avoiding Xi who was paying vastly more attention to herself and the tall boy than her own haplessly blindfolded partner.

“Sight and…thoughts? I…er…”

Tocks, tocks, tocks! Clear mind. CLEAR. MIND.

“Totally.” She said with a casual air of confidence, nodding with a serious look on her face, concentrating on things like The Circle And Their Influence On Vita and her advanced mathematics and definitely not on Rhys related things.

“Communicate. Yes.” Oh, this was going bloody fantastic. Shaking herself out of her stupor, the blonde couldn’t help but grin at his excited gesturing.

“If we’re sharing sight and thought, as long as you can concentrate enough to define each step I think it’s achievable. Statues, sidewalk, library, stairs. Easy!” Smiling brightly, she lifted the fabric to her eyes again, tying it around her head and waiting patiently in self-inflicted darkness for the instructions. The galdor felt Rhys step closer, his field now entangled with hers, the perceptive mona entwined like old friends and making it almost feel as though they were the same entity. Nervously licking her lips and rocking on her heels, Charity listened carefully to his words.

“Hrm? Modifications? Well, not…okay just a little but. Just listen first okay?” The petite blonde didn’t need notes, drawing on her memory to recite the monite required to start the magically charged connection between them. It would shift in their fields first, like the cool Bethas breeze was stirring the mona around them, before the faint smell of summer rain on a dry dusty riverbed would come to their noses. The blonde spoke confidently, and clearly, weaving in the ask to connect their sight as well as their thoughts. It was a short spell, but it looped, repeating over again to strengthen the connection. If Rhys would join her chant, together the two youngsters would begin to see thoughts not belonging to them. Hazy at first, like a long forgotten memory, flashes of things that didn’t belong. As they cast in chorus, the visions would get stronger, more closely entwined and tangible. Charity couldn’t focus on casting and clearing her mind at the same time, therefore her immature thoughts swam unwillingly to the surface. She couldn’t stop them, it would risk brailing, so if Rhys was so inclined he would see all her secret thoughts. Her long standing crush that would dance with stolen glances and inappropriate daydreams, wistful discussions with her best friend and even the things that no proper girl would ever ever tell a boy.

Of course, the taller blonde would also see a darkness that buried itself deep, the painful ache of loosing a mother and a brother. The fear of the man in black. A figure tall and foreboding, flittering in before being drowned by a cloud of repression. There was more in her head than the young woman was willing to let anyone see, and yet, here they were. As Rhys continued the chorus, the connection would begin to open a two way street between them, allowing his mind to connect with hers. Vaguely shapes began to appear in the darkness, still unformed and too dark to make out.

Focus Rhys. Charity thought gently, encouraging the young man to clarify his words and bolden his chanting, her brow creasing a little in concentration.

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Sun Jul 22, 2018 8:43 pm

31st of Bethas, 2707
The Field of Practical Application | Early Afternoon
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She made him feel stupid, but in a distracting and comfortable sort of way. The chilled gust of wind distracted them for a moment, but then she was blinking at him, stumbling over some words, and Rhys couldn't help but find it all immaturely adorable,

"I'm afraid there's some trick to this exercise Professor Dallium didn't share with us. It feels almost too easy, but I can't see anything in particular that's suspicious. Yet." The tall blond smirked at the petite musician, her declaration of simplicity alerting him to how true that statement was and leaving his over-analytical mind wondering what could possibly be next that would make this Perceptive exercise actually seem like a challenge, other than their own youthful distractions they stumbled into so easily in each others' presence. Worried their professor would just use this as an excuse to read their lewdest of thoughts, he attempted to keep himself as proper as possible, but it would be difficult given his assigned partner.

"If you say so. Anyway—oh. Alright." He was ready to discuss and think things through, the young Valentine struggling with magical spontaneity because he often found academia to be such a clocking challenge. When left to his own devices, he often fell into a much more casual kind of conversation with the mona, but in class, he feared the consequences of not appearing studious or well-read enough. Charity didn't seem interested in looking at his notes, so he tucked them away again as she began to gather her field. Their proximity made it so that the Perceptive mona that hovered in both their auras drifted in her direction like the tugging of the tide, the sensation not unpleasant.

Rhys listened carefully to her Monite, nodding even though Charity couldn't see it with the blindfold on. He let her speak the spell twice through on her own, aware of the differences in her phrasing for such a short bit of monic conversation, but then the tall blond joined in the chorus, solidifying their connection through casting together as well as the repetition. It wasn't the first time he'd shared thoughts with anyone, though usually it was a professor in order to learn through a different kind of instruction. He'd shared thoughts with friends, experimenting on the Field of Practical Application. But he'd never shared thoughts with a girl like Charity D'Arthe.

He was, of course, staring at the petite blonde as she cast, gaze drifting from her blindfold to her lips, back to her blindfold. Her uninhibited thoughts were, quite honestly, a surprise to the boy, and for a moment in their combined casting, it was all he could do to control his words and just accept that there was absolutely no hiding their mutual curiosities from each other. She could all but feel the blush that burned the back of his neck and stung his cheeks, surely such a sensation was almost tangible through the connection they'd so carefully, innocently created.

The young Valentin on the other hand felt his heart rate pick up, first at the thrill of her feelings for him—feelings he hadn't imagined her having over his annoying self ever no matter how he felt about her—and then at the kind of fear that danced at the edges of her thoughts.

It was like sharing daydreams and nightmares all at once, and while Rhys had no such darkness other than a constant and heavy lack of confidence in his magical prowess that had festered and grown over his six years of study in Brunnhold, it was hardly the kind of foreboding that seemed to writhe at the edges of Charity's thoughts. He wanted to chase it all away, to pursue it into the depths of her mind and see what it all meant, more distracted by this side of her thoughts than he probably should have been.

Any normal teenaged boy would have been quite allured by her inappropriate interests in his person, and while those teased him immensely in ways he was not mature enough to deal with properly, his concern wasn't any more hidden than his less innocent desires.

Focus.

Oh, yes. Sorry. Well. Uh. Like a mental hiccup, the tall blond stumbled over his thoughts, shoving his hands in the pockets of his green uniform to keep from touching the blindfolded girl in front of him and directing her in a more logical, physical way even after all of their planning. Once they'd found their places within the spell, the Perceptive mona in both their fields mingling like their thoughts and forming a connection that felt comfortable, familiar, and comforting, the scent of rain fading and leaving a ringing in their ears behind it for just a few minutes, disorienting but not disabling.

She would feel his temptation and even as their Monite casting became awkward silence. Charity was left with a strange, elevated vision of herself from his point of view, of wherever Rhys' gaze happened to thoughtlessly wander (and wander it did), as well as where his thoughts struggled to focus in her presence. A vision of her even younger self, about third form had she been able to concentrate, smiling at him bubbled to the surface of his thoughts unbidden—

He chuckled out loud, chagrined at their revelations, So, I had no idea you thought of me with such ... kindness. I thought it was just me. Unrequited and all that poetic stuff that Professor Volund teaches in Grammar classes. Rhys couldn't help himself, though he finally looked away from the petite blonde's person and gave her a quick sweep of the Field of Practical Application, several groups of students still talking or casting.

Sharing with her his envisioned route, he curled his fingers tighter into his sweaty palms in his pockets as if to keep himself on track, I think some other students are struggling with this connection part. Must be trustworthy or something—us.

Rhys laughed again, louder, and his grin was tangible in the ebb and flow of Perceptive mona between them, a warm wash of amused emotions as he invited her to begin walking.
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Tue Jul 24, 2018 6:01 pm

31st of Bethas, 2707
FIELD OF PRACTICAL APPLICATION | EARLY AFTERNOON
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Charity felt the surprise in his field, as though the taller boy had been caught off guard by their connection. She blushed, unsure if it was all her own or if her body was mimicking the reaction of Rhys’ own. He was chanting, the words too casual in her opinion, but the mona seemed to take to it. They surged to join with his field, and together the two students completed the spell.

Standing awkwardly together in the silent aftermath, the blonde looked at herself through the eyes of the boy, resisting the urge to fix her hair—was that how it looked from here?! A flash of a memory came to the surface, not hers, but his. Charity smiled as her blush darkened and Rhys chuckled loudly.

It’s not proper for a lady to discuss such thoughts with boys. And hey, it’s not just me. She thought quickly, even if she couldn’t help the warmth that radiated through her field. Watching as his eyes showed her the field, the petite young woman waved a hand before clasping them both in front of her skirt.

If you over complicate the concept, then you’ll over complicate the spell and risk a really clocking painful brail. My father— Her mind clouded for a moment, field shifting a little as she tried to regain her focus.

My father says that you must be sure in yourself and your casting, and clear on your direction. Don’t make what if’s, make actions. Take control of the situation and own it. Swallowing hard, Charity watched the constructed path he showed her, the heavy foreboding thoughts of her father swept away with another chuckle from the boy. Grinning again, her mind brighter again, the Captain’s daughter walked beside him.

It’s definitely an us thing. I think. I hope? The student giggled, following his lead towards the glorious statues that every St Grumbles were heartily decorated by the final forms with thorn crowns and dragon tails. Taking a breath, Charity continued their silent conversation.

So, Rhys Valentin. Since third form huh? If I’d known then maybe...actually never mind. Maybe father would listen if she told him. It wasn’t everyday galdori shared feelings like this. But then, father already said she was going to be spoken for.

He didnt need to know, not really.

You know, Diaxio thinks I’m moony, she thinks you’re a bad influence. The blonde smirked, a quick snapshot of the sneering Hoxian girl flashing in their shared minds briefly, before back to the warm ether of the spell.

I don’t think that though. I think you’re smarter than you think you are. Smarter than the Professors realise you are. I don’t know why you don’t show them that more. You could show a lot of them up, townheaded or not. The mixed blood giggled again, both at the irony of the insult and the play on the fact she’d over heard his friends words. It was true, his field wasn’t as strong as hers perhaps, but that didn’t make him stupid.

As they approached the statues, Charity pulled her cloak closer, the chilly breeze sweeping around them again. It was difficult not to want to reach out and hold his hand, her balance slightly off as she saw the world through his eyes. Of course, there were other nice reasons to hold his hand, but they weren’t really very proper.

It’s so high up here. How the tock do you not just trip over all the time? She laughed suddenly, taking in details on the statues she’d never been privy to before. It was all so strange and exciting, and impossible for the teen not to try and look at things whilst forgetting she wasn’t in control of their vision.

Statues. Done! Look at the team we make! Charity thought with delight, clapping her hands together before lacing them tightly again. It felt good, not just achieving the first landmark, but working in tandem with another caster. Not just any caster, but Rhys Valentin.

We should study together. She blurted suddenly in their thoughts, images of the library and the gardens flashing in her mind, some of the images far too fairytale in their beautiful scenery as her daydreams bleeding into reality.

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Wed Aug 01, 2018 11:53 am

31st of Bethas, 2707
The Field of Practical Application | Early Afternoon
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Since when has propriety mattered anyway, Charity? Rhys chuckled with his thoughts, forgetting that rolling his eyes would affect her, forgetting that if he didn't concentrate, their shared Perceptive connection could be in jeopardy. The effect of his momentary distraction would be felt by both of them, though the petite blonde would receive the blunt of it—a momentary disorientation, a dizziness, and then the warmth of his amusement flooding her mind.

The problem with seeing through Rhys' eyes was elevation—she felt what he felt and saw what he saw while still confined to her shorter self and lower center of gravity. The beginning of their walk was simple enough, for the Lawn was clear from obstruction and the stonework sidewalk that led around their building was familiar and steady. Though it would take several minutes for the platinum blonde's brain to compensate for the difference in height that it was magically forced to perceive the world through in order for Charity to move with any sense of ownership of her own body through that point of view.

Your father says a lot of chroveshit, too. So, I'm not sure I want to take what he advises worth a grain of salt. The young Valentin's thoughts soured at her suggestion, and the hints of his real feelings for her teased at the edges of her connection—protective, sincere, needful.

But then she called him out on those same feelings and it was all he could do to remember to keep his eyes open and not swing his head away from their path, gaze straying to the sky for a few very precious seconds in his embarrassment, forgetful of just how disorienting the motion would be for her,

Oh, gods. This is not at all how I wanted to share my ... uh ... thoughts of you. Literally. Charity, I—Daixio? What does she know? I wouldn't expect a Hoxian to understand. The tall blond sniggered mentally, though somewhere in the depths of his thoughts beyond her reach, he indeed felt hurt and intimidated by the blonde's friend's opinions of him. He was aware that the two girls were close friends, and he understood that being unliked by someone's social circle made any hope of a relationship a slim one.

The delicate pianist kept thinking, however, and her next words warmed him in a way that sent a thrill tingling up his spine. The compliments were unexpected and had she been able to see his face instead of relying on his sight, she would have seen the blush that spread across his already cold-flushed face,

Smarter? Trouble? I'm aware I'm pretty smart, yes. If the professors can't see that, that's their own clocking problem. I don't owe it to anyone if they don't want to give me a chance because my vibe isn't up to their snuff. A wave of anger rippled through their tumultuous, tenuous connection, threatening to end it with just how strongly Rhys felt on the subject of being judged, on being called lessor simply by virtue of his otherwise untapped potential. Over halfway through his education at Brunnhold, and he'd been passed over for far more things than he'd ever imagined possible because of what his peers considered his magical ineptitude or his genetic propensity for lack of intelligence based on not just his score but the color of hair on his head.

Their loss.

The cold stole his breath and made him blink against the wind, temporarily blinding Charity with each motion of his eyelids. He felt the subtleties of her wanting, aware of how much easier their path would be if he could, indeed, entangle their fingers together and lead the way. But, that wouldn't gain them a decent grade, unfortunately. He resisted with just as much reluctance,

I'm used to it? Being this tall, that is. The blond boy laughed out loud, his breath a cloud of warmth in his face, I've always been ... above average height. My father says it's a gift, but he's never told me whether it's from his side or my mother's.

A mix of darker, suspicious feelings mingled with his words, though they were quickly snuffed out like a candle, plunging their connection back into a more comfortable sort of casualness. His gaze wandered back to her again without remembering to slow his steps, forgetting he was her sight, and she would see her face fill his vision for longer than necessary before he caught himself with the tinge of embarrassment,

"Study? Together?" He breathed out loud even though he didn't have to, but needing his voice to ground him as they passed the statues. Her words distracted him again, thoughts of spending time alone together filtering through his mind in ways that weren't at all studious before he laughed and quickly brought himself back into focus, aware that his distraction threatened their connection, threatened her ability to even walk a straight line. Stairs were coming, and, to be honest, Rhys was worried for how that would work out, spatially speaking, "We do share quite a few of the same classes. I'm not really considered the best student, you know, but the stop clockers that say that haven't seen my grades."
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Charity Valentin
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Thu Aug 09, 2018 8:32 am

31st of Bethas, 2707
FIELD OF PRACTICAL APPLICATION | EARLY AFTERNOON
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Charity put a hand out to steady herself as the world rolled on its axis, realising that she’d just seen an eye roll in a strangers point of view. Dizzy, she paused, smirking as the amusement washed through their combined fields.

It always matters, Valentin. Haven’t you paid any attention in Basic Social Etiquette 101? Her tone was laced heavily with sarcasm, regaining her balance to continue walking. She giggled far too much at his vehement dismissal of her father’s words of ‘wisdom’, gathering warmth from the barely brushed edges of his feelings. It felt in some ways, similar to her mothers field, a brief touch of protectiveness and sincerity, with a touch of something a lot less maternally familiar. The pain of loosing her Gioran matriarch was still too raw, too current to truly dwell on, and she was thankful for the shift in his thoughts only to balk as her vision filled with sky. It was enough trying to remind herself she didn’t need to look down, now she was utterly disorientated.

“Woah, just a second.” She verbalised, stopping stock still and holding both hands out in front whilst she regained her alignment with his view. It was bizarre to see herself, like some strange art installation in the middle of the school. Her eyebrows shot up under the blindfold with a sound of surprise.

Rhys! Don’t say that! Xi is entitled to her opinions, it doesn’t mean that I agree with them. Hoxians are just...different. Pay no mind, I promise if she hasn’t changed how I feel about you in the past three years, she doesn’t have a chance of changing it now. Caught off guard by her own comments, the blonde quickly continued her thoughts.

I mean, so, yes. Anyway. They’d reached the statues, and whilst admiring the view, the shorter mixed blood felt the rage surge through her counterpart. Their connection wavered, and Charity shivered partially from the cold, but mostly from the hurt there. She knew his worth, and it wasn’t measured by monic prowess. Her head turned to look at him, and nothing happened, the blonde realising again that it wasn’t her sight with an annoyed tsk at herself. This was hard!

His laugh was brilliant and infectious, causing the teenager to laugh in return, grinning at his commentary.

Well it’s clocking different. I feel like I’m flying up here. It’s fun. Her own self appeared again in their shared vision, and this time she couldn’t resist fixing her pale locks where they’d been tangled by the breeze. As they began to walk again, she wobbled, grinning again as the connection faltered with brief distraction and the taller boy laughed again.

“Yes, Rhys Valentin. Study, together.” She said with a tone of innocence, before chuckling again and sucking her lower lip between her teeth as she looked at the stairs before them. Quite suddenly she snorted, entirely unladylike.

“Close your head, you moony boy. You’re better than most of those clockers. Besides, we go well together. I’ll help your magic, you help my knowledge and presentation.” The shorter woman stopped, assessing the situation before them both as though to distract her mind from wandering into other delightful possibilities that could happen in their so-called study time.

Stairs, focusing on the stairs.

“Ok so, I think this time maybe, go up the stairs and look down at me. That should give us both a view of the stairs and...no no that won’t work. I’ll be the wrong way around.” Bringing a thumb to her mouth, the budding pianist pressed her nail gently between her teeth, other arm tucked around herself as she thought.

“Wait! Look at me.” Waiting slightly impatiently for the blonde boy to comply, Charity looked down at herself gauging where his chin was in relation to her head and shoulders. Lifting her hand to the underside of his chin without touching him, she turned around so her back was to Rhys, watching through his eyes before beaming widely.

“If you were close enough behind me, and you kept your eyes down on the steps, we could move that way. Slowly of course, but the depth perception would be better aligned with my own footsteps.” Turning back around, she smiled up at the teenager.

“Unless you have a better idea?” The D’arthe said genuinely, looking at her face with a curiosity. The small imperfection on the bow of her top lip bothered the girl, and she pressed them together to hide it.

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