"Er...why yes, that's me."
This was only becoming more confusing by the moment.
"Uh...ma'am, I'm afraid it doesn't quite work that way," he explained as he sat down on the ground next to her, unconcerned with further dirtying his poor robe. With a keen and furtive series of sideways glances he more closely examined his erstwhile companion. Her clothes were matted, but otherwise seemed clean, if ill-fitting. The heat would be responsible for that, and for her hair. A quick observation of the fur of her tail revealed a somewhat mussier state than the hair on her head; so she had washed but recently and partially. Her shoes fit better than her clothes, but showed more wear. They were hers, the rest must have been new. She reminded him of...but no, her eyes had wide, large pupils: Keeper, not Seeker.
Realizing that he had become distracted, he continued, hoping she hadn't noticed the momentary delay. "I respect the urge to study, believe me, but there are far more qualified individuals than myself." He began to stand, holding out his hand towards her and sweeping it towards the door, gesturing with a nod of his head. "Please, step inside and we'll begin the requisite paperwork." Yes, yes, then they would take her for examinations of her latent aetheric levels, gather a history of her exposure to and affinity for magic and begin to assign her preliminary readings and a course schedule. And he could go to the library and continue his research, continue reading.
He looked expectantly at the scrawny figure seated before him. But for her color, she really does look like her, he thought to himself.
This was only becoming more confusing by the moment.
"Uh...ma'am, I'm afraid it doesn't quite work that way," he explained as he sat down on the ground next to her, unconcerned with further dirtying his poor robe. With a keen and furtive series of sideways glances he more closely examined his erstwhile companion. Her clothes were matted, but otherwise seemed clean, if ill-fitting. The heat would be responsible for that, and for her hair. A quick observation of the fur of her tail revealed a somewhat mussier state than the hair on her head; so she had washed but recently and partially. Her shoes fit better than her clothes, but showed more wear. They were hers, the rest must have been new. She reminded him of...but no, her eyes had wide, large pupils: Keeper, not Seeker.
Realizing that he had become distracted, he continued, hoping she hadn't noticed the momentary delay. "I respect the urge to study, believe me, but there are far more qualified individuals than myself." He began to stand, holding out his hand towards her and sweeping it towards the door, gesturing with a nod of his head. "Please, step inside and we'll begin the requisite paperwork." Yes, yes, then they would take her for examinations of her latent aetheric levels, gather a history of her exposure to and affinity for magic and begin to assign her preliminary readings and a course schedule. And he could go to the library and continue his research, continue reading.
He looked expectantly at the scrawny figure seated before him. But for her color, she really does look like her, he thought to himself.
