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[wildofthesky]

[ There's a mixture of disappointment and content on Mischief's face at getting affection but being denied treats. but he's used to the latter, as there are rarely treats in Zelien, and opts to be more satisfied instead. He runs back over to Auraya and climbs on her, wrapping around her shoulders as Auraya lights a hand on his head and pats him gently. ]

A veez. [ She answers now, looking back at Yancy and smiling at him. ] They're an intelligent species with great potential and can work magic themselves, like I can. He was gift to me a long time ago.

At home I used to have advisers or friends I could leave him with when I went out, but it's so dangerous here I prefer to keep him close.

[bigblondmotherhen]

[ He falls into step beside her, nods and smiles when she explains exactly what Mischief is. It mostly flies over his head because fantastical is still a thing and he's not seen magic up close and personal. ]

Always good to keep family close.

[ They'd never had pets as a family. They moved around too much for it to be fair.

He tucks his hands in the pockets of his pants and cants his head to one side. ] Let's go for a walk?

[wildofthesky]

[ She'll have to show him more of magic sometime. It's such a common part of her life, she doesn't really think twice about it. It's strange to her that he doesn't know it, but she's getting more and more used to that reaction. ]

Of course. [ She nods, starting off in a direction away from campus as Mischief clings to her shoulders. ]

You know, if it weren't for the strangeness, and likely potentially life-threatening, aspect of the vines they would be beautiful.

[bigblondmotherhen]

[ He keeps pace with her, the walk easy and something that he realizes he's needed given the way things currently stand. ]

I'm not much of a plant person, but I can see what you mean.

[ He tucks his hands into his pockets then, glancing once and again at Mischief who he finds fascinating. It's... difficult to know where to begin. The Drift is a private thing, something that civilians could only grasp in the broad strokes of serving as the reason why the jaegers worked the way they did. ]

[wildofthesky]

[ She watches the way he looks kind of uneasy. She can tell that whatever it is, it's not something he's used to talking about. ]

It's all right if you can't speak about it. Some things aren't so easy to talk about. Even away from the world in which they mattered most.