Glissenwood School for the Gifted {Semi lit/literate RP} discussion
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The day was nice, sunny and warm. Echo stretched her arms up above her head and sighed a happy lung full of air. Her dad was busy with paperwork from the past week so she didn't wanna bother him too much than what she usually did. Looking around, she found a window seat empty and walked over to lounge. What made it better was the sun was on her. Best spot ever! She moved one hand to the mark on her left outer thigh and shifted into a small twin tailed fox with tanish blond fur before curling up in the sunlight.
Rowan hadn't quite anticipated the rush of people in the dining hall at this hour. He doubted anyone had, but apparently there was something particularly favorable being served today and thus, everyone felt it their top priority to show up. Or, what felt like everyone, at least. Brows furrowing, he pondered how much longer he would have to stand in line before getting his meal. He'd been lucky and had showed up just early enough to not end up behind an imposing line of hungry diners. So maybe not quite too long.
And once that ordeal had been dealt with, there was impending matter of seating. Tables filled up quickly and while it was likely no large thing to ask to sit with someone else, he'd thought it would better to seat himself at a window. Navigating the already seated students and enthused occupants, he happened upon a particularly nice spot, only to find it occupied by a fox with two tales. Brows raised, he pulled down his face mask, gaze directed elsewhere. If he were being completely honest, he wasn't sure if this was a student or someone's familiar. He'd seen them taken on a number of shapes and figured that this was just another one of them.
He waited a moment, debating on whether or not he should stay or find a spot elsewhere for him to read while he ate, before clearing his throat to get the creature's attention.
Warmth soaked into her fur as she lay there, relaxed. No fucks were given as people poured in for something to eat. Food didn't feel right at the moment. The stomach didn't growl, gurgle, or what ever noise it made so she knew it needed to be filled. Her spot there, on the sill, was safe. Less noisy, not by a long shot. The place echoed, and it didn't help her heightened hearing. For what its worth, she almost was relaxed enough in the sun's rays to roll onto her back. But that was interrupted by a throat being cleared. With a shake of her head, her eye scanned for whom the noise came from. More importantly, if it was pointed towards her.Finding a boy with a tray of food she tilted her head. Seeing it on the tray looked good. Her palette pooled with saliva as she peered from the food to the boy. She should go get her own. Better yet go and eat with her father, but another out look won out. The opportunistic said, 'Maybe he could feed me some.' With that she opted to move from the middle and to the side with the most sun, it was hers first. Having sat down where she wanted, she patted the seat next to her once with one paw before curling up again. In wait, of course, to see what he would do. If he would have some to spare for her.
Before he could even get his request out, the fox was in motion. It seemed a lot more sentient than a true fox, so perhaps it was a student. Regardless, he decided that he would keep the compliment concerning its coat color to himself. It moved to the side, as if inviting him to sit, to which he gladly complied. There was enough sun to go around, but the fox had taken the decidedly sunnier spot. Which quite alright because he didn't need a whole lot of light to read.
The fox, though, seemed to be looking at him quite intently for a moment. Or, well, his food. He smiled, though wasn't entirely sure if a fox could even eat this. Portioning out rice and ripping up part of his bread, he considered it a moment longer before speaking.
"Would you like some," he inquired, head tilting slightly.
Echo watches from her curled up stop as she boy contemplated what to do. Luckily for her, he had sat down where she let him. She kept still there, waiting. Waiting for him to fully think about something. Of what, she kinda could guess since she blatantly stared at his food. For a long second. Before even moving or laying down. All that aside, the boy may not have noticed. Some people were like that. She started to close her eyes when he spoke up. His offering? Food. And he had tore up bread, that was what she could hear that might before her.Lifting her head and looked to the boy. He had his head tilted in curiousity watching her. She got up and stretched her limbs before walking through the small space between the window and boy. Her being the size of a kit, she managed to curl around his shoulders, her head peeking out the left side. Her sun heated fur pressing against the back of his neck as she looked down at the food and then at him. Oh, maybe she could steal some meat as he eats!
Rowan went as still as he could, neck heating up with an urge to giggle. It was stifled immediately, even with the tickle of the fox's fur against his skin. He wasn't sure what precisely had prompted the action, but he found himself paling slightly at the idea that the fox might be a student. This was much too close for comfort, he would say.
Seeing as what he'd offered wasn't accepted, perhaps it wasn't hungry. Or it didn't like what he'd chosen to give it. He couldn't outright give it his meal, though. Without much more thought on the matter, he dipped his bread into the jambalaya on his plate and took a bite, savoring the taste. He took another bite before flipping open his textbook, a thick volume concerning the small percentage of his genetics that he didn't openly care to talk about.
The scent of food wafted up from the plate as she looked down to it. Oh, it was one of her favorites here jambalaya. Setting her head on her paws, she relaxed waiting for her shot at food, since the biy seemed to nix the idea of feeding her. Bread soaked in jambalaya spice entered her vision as she followed it to his mouth. It would be better to wait for one bite few more in. One more bite flew past her line of sight before a book popped into view. Her ears fluffed up in intrest as she looked down at the pages. Ah, she knew this volume. Her father read from it every so often, she would read it from his shoulders. The boy was lightly reading about incubi and succubi. Not the everyday material to read but she hoped the boy had his reasons. Focusing in on the words, she noticed the chapter. It was one her father never failed to skip with her on his shoulders. Not that she didn't try, her dad always knew her secret sneak routes and hid it well. Such a stickler. Her tails shifted slightly as she focused on reading.
Perhaps it was how easily immersed he became in reading, or a grow loss of an appetite, but Rowan's bite came slower and slower as his reading progressed. It was not that he was entirely embittered by the subject matter, but that he was still rather unfamiliar with it all. His mother had always been particularly tight-lipped about the details of their species, naming them only as demons. For some time, that had been enough for him. Until, of course, he had come to understand that that was not so simple a term.
But learning about it was vital to control of his abilities, after all. That was where they stemmed from in the first place. He'd seen his mother do a number of things that he was positive to be out of his range due only to the small amount of incubi blood he had. Brows furrowed with concentration, he glanced up to see the fox reading over his shoulder. If not for practice at remaining composed in humiliating situations, his entire face might have been somewhat red. He figured now would be a good time to remove the creature from around his neck.
Dog-earing the page, he closed the book and looked once more to the fox. "You're not really a fox." It was as a solid conclusion to come to, given the evidence. It was certainly a sentient being. "Since you aren't, I'd appreciate some space, if you don't mind."
Food became less of her focus as she read more on the chapter she always missed. Some information she was clicking for her in later chapters too. Who know that this type of demon could be chained to so many things? No wonder her father didn't let her read it and the fact that he had it too. Her father was curious about many things, and he never forgot a single detail. She had to ask how he did it later. As for now, she was caught. In all her peeking, this boy seemed to notice her eyes scroll across the pages when she felt his eyes on her. Oh boy. Book closed and she knew where this was heading.Jumping from his shoulders, Echo landed onto the cushen of the window seat in her orignal spot and sat down. "Well i am part fox." She said as she curled up. "I do believe what they call me is a chimera." She added as she peered at the boy with her head on her tails. She wasn't so sure about it herself, but that was what her father called it. She was human, but now she was part beast. Wereanimal did cut it. It wasn't like she was bitten by a were, but combined with an animal. She wasn't exactly sure how she did any of what she can do, but she could control it. Heck, her clothes finally reappear when she shifted back for the past 6 years.
"Sorry for disturbing you." She apologized softly before leaving.
