Tinkering. Gerunthian had never taken much of an interest inthe art of engineering and mechanical repair, so shortly after she began working on the screws, he glanced elsewhere. The two young hyur in the middle, on closer observation, had other books strewn across the table and were chattering angrily. Probably students of some sort trying to figure out a complex homework problem, or the perfect method through which to cast a spell. Whichever it was, they didn’t seem to be paying anybody real heed outside their own table.
When the shadows flickered, Gerun’s eyes flicked back toher. He hadn’t been looking directly at Aoi when it happened, but despite his lack of proficiency in the magical arts, the phenomena that couldn’t be explained in deliberate physical terms still interested him in a purely curious way. So the absence of a linkpearl and the fact that she was having some sort of conversation, albeit in hushed tones, had him leaning forward a bit, squinting as he observed.
When her eyes reached him, Gerun did his best to lookcasual, returning his smile with a small grin of his own. He raised his glass to her as though in a wave, and brought it to his lips as she turned around. He didn’t feel threatened by her look, but he did feel analyzed.
A few more moments of observation were in order. He didn’thave food before him to distract him from watching, after all, and it was hard to talk politely with food in one’s face.
When the shadows flickered, Gerun’s eyes flicked back toher. He hadn’t been looking directly at Aoi when it happened, but despite his lack of proficiency in the magical arts, the phenomena that couldn’t be explained in deliberate physical terms still interested him in a purely curious way. So the absence of a linkpearl and the fact that she was having some sort of conversation, albeit in hushed tones, had him leaning forward a bit, squinting as he observed.
When her eyes reached him, Gerun did his best to lookcasual, returning his smile with a small grin of his own. He raised his glass to her as though in a wave, and brought it to his lips as she turned around. He didn’t feel threatened by her look, but he did feel analyzed.
A few more moments of observation were in order. He didn’thave food before him to distract him from watching, after all, and it was hard to talk politely with food in one’s face.
