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Amaranth was interested to learn of Twyla's visit, when I told her about it over lunch.
"Do you think she'll be back?" she asked me.
"I really don't know," I said. "Before she showed up, I really couldn't have imagined her coming to knock on our door in the first place. Why?"
"I think it would be nice to get to know her better," Amaranth said. "She's a hard person to get a sense of."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, she's quiet," Amaranth said. "And she's never been sexually active... I don't mean that she's never had sex, I mean there's no activity there yet. Most people, when I meet them I can learn quite a bit about them at a glance, but with her there's almost nothing to read." She shrugged. "It always seems weird to me, but it's not that unusual... some people just never get around to thinking about sex much, before they've had it."
"I'm pretty sure I had sexual desires before I had sex," Ian said. "In fact, I'd expect there would more to 'read' before... I'm guessing ten minutes of my random thoughts could have filled a book about sex when I was sixteen. It wouldn't have been the most accurate book, but it would have been enthusiastic. And illustrated in full color."
"The Pop-Up Book of Teenage Fantasies," Steff said.
"Well, what I'm talking about is a phase that not everyone goes through, or stays in long enough for it to be noticeable," Amaranth said. "But there are people who just... don't see the attraction, I guess. It's not like being asexual, or celibate as a matter of discipline. She has ordinary sexual function and she feels attraction... just no interest in acting on it. It makes everything about her seem muted and dim to me."
"Do we have to talk about someone else's sexual thoughts?" I asked.
"Well, they're not exactly thoughts," Amaranth said. "It's more like we're discussing her sexual being than her sexual thinking... and that's just how I see people. Anyway, I doubt she considers it a secret that she'd prefer to wait for the right person."
"Maybe not, but I doubt she'd appreciate the angle we're talking about this from, or the level of detail," I said.
"I suppose that's possible," Amaranth said. "Do you suppose it's possible that Professor Bohd might be able to help identify her heritage?"
"I don't think that's what she was looking for," I said.
"No, but don't you suppose it might come up?" Amaranth asked. "Professor Bohd's knowledge of the elements must extend to elemental creatures, at least to some point."
"I guess," I said. "But in my experience she's kind of... well, circumspect about that sort of thing. Unless Twyla asks her, I doubt she'd volunteer anything. It wouldn't be like her to make any assumptions about what Twyla does or doesn't know, or what Twyla wants to know."
"Still, if Twyla herself is interested, she might ask, if she gets the notion that Professor Bohd might be able to help her," Amaranth said.
"If you really want to know how it went, you'll probably have to ask her yourself," I said.
"But I wasn't there when she talked to you," Amaranth said. "If I go and talk to her, she might get the impression we were talking about her behind her back."
"Yeah," Steff said. "We'd hate for her to get the right impression like that."
"Oh, you know what I mean... there's a difference between talking in an innocent and well-meaning fashion about someone who doesn't happen to be here, and talking about someone behind their back," Amaranth said. "But to someone who's not there to see it with their own eyes, it can be hard to tell the difference."
"Seems like it would be pretty easy to avoid that kind of misunderstanding if you just didn't talk about people who aren't here," Ian said.
"You could talk to her, baby," Amaranth said to me. "To Professor Bohd, I mean. She likes you."
"'Likes me' in the sense of thinking I have a lot of potential," I said. "I think I could blow a lot of her goodwill by coming around digging after gossip."
"But you wouldn't be digging after gossip, you'd just be concerned for a friend and wondering if she'd been able to give her any help," Amaranth said. "Since Twyla will probably have mentioned that you referred her to the professor in the first place, it should seem completely natural... because it would be completely natural, I mean."
"Don't you think Bohd would wonder why she's not asking her good friend Twyla herself?" Ian asked.
"Also," Steff said, "I think she'd suspect a trick if Mack came to talk to her about anything and it seemed 'completely natural'... I know I would."
"Yeah," Ian said. "No offense, Mackenzie, but you're not exactly a social butterfly."
"More like a moth of solitude," Steff said. "Or one of those bugs that goes skittering away when the lights..."
"Okay, yes," I said. "If you want me to talk to Professor Bohd, Amaranth, I will... but if we have to jump through this many hoops to make it not look like we're digging around for information that's none of our business, that pretty much means we are."
Amaranth sighed.
"You're right, baby," she said. "I just... I wish I'd got to know her better last year. In her own way, I think she was as lonely as you were, and you weren't lonely for long."
"Well, for all we know about her life, neither was she," I said. "There's a boatload of Khersian student groups and activities on campus. Even if she didn't have a lot of friends in Harlowe Hall, she's got a built-in way to make them."
"I suppose," Amaranth said. "Well, if you see her again, please tell her that I said hello, and asked how she's doing."
"Okay," I said.
"And at least go see Professor Bohd in a day or two and ask if Twyla found her," Amaranth said. "If she happens to mention anything... or doesn't... well, it'll be fine either way. It'll be good for you to have an excuse to touch base with her anyway, since you don't have her for anything this semester."
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
After lunch, I killed some time deciphering more spell formulae from the spellbinding manual and tinkering with the formulation of my puff-spark-flame spell in my workbook. I wouldn't copy it to my grimoire until after I got the graded results back... I was pretty confident of getting an A, but I didn't want to copy a B or C spell down into my personal spellbook.
As it neared two in the afternoon I headed for my next class.
Entering the lecture hall, I had to a double-take towards the front of the room to see that Professor Bryony Swain was already present, chatting with her T.A. She seemed to be in a better mood at the start of the second day of her class than she had been on Monday. Taking that in concert with Acantha's slightly more poised presentation, I was getting a bit of a lesson about snap judgments. A lot of students probably felt they suffered unfairly from making poor first impressions on their teachers, but the reverse could also be true.
She'd replaced the human-sized lectern and somewhat wobbly-looking stool with something more appropriately sized for a gnome, and that had to help things a bit. The presence of her teaching assistant, who'd been called away for an emergency search, also had to help.
I'd met Eloise Desjardins briefly already, even though she'd missed the first class. Like the professor, her garb was practical outdoorsy, in shades of green and brown. Amaranth had identified her as a secular druid... someone who practiced the primal mystic arts of druidism, but left the religious side alone.
Secularists kind of weirded me out. A big part of that was my grandmother's influence, I knew. She'd lumped them in with worshippers of evil gods and the misguided servants of demons, but at the end of the day she'd had more understanding for worshippers of evil than those who stubbornly refused to worship anything.
I couldn't claim to have received a balanced religious education, but from what I understood there were some secularists who acknowledged the gods as gods but didn't believe mortals needed anything from them or vice-versa, and then there were some who went a step further and declared that gods were nothing more than powerful beings like the most ancient dragons or elementals or even formerly mortal wizards.
The man who had fathered me had, during one of his dream-visits, espoused a theory like that: in brief, that gods are anyone powerful enough to get away with declaring themselves gods.
I didn't know Eloise well enough to quiz her about her particular beliefs, but Amaranth had apparently had a lively discussion on the subject. Modern druidry involved multiple deities but reserved a place of honor for Mother Khaele. I could imagine Amaranth trying to remain polite and effusively open-minded while grappling with a perceived rejection of her divine mother.
"Good afternoon, all," Professor Swain said at the start of the class.
She repeated it again more loudly when it failed to catch the attention of those engaged in small conversations around the room. When that didn't work, Eloise crossed over behind her and clapped her hands together sharply just behind the professor's head.
"Thank you, Eloise," the professor said. "Good afternoon, class."
It had to be hard to be a gnomish teacher among humans and other races. Gnomes had a reputation for being a quiet, unobtrusive people, though my experience with Two's friend Hazel was that they could be as boisterous as anyone. Professor Swain certainly didn't seem to be all that shy.
But even the most outgoing gnomes have a tendency to fade into the background in the most literal fashion. They weren't invisible or translucent or camouflaged or anything, just... hard to notice. Easy to forget.
"I want to start off today by introducing my assistant for the semester, Ms. Eloise Desjardins," Professor Swain said. "Ms. Desjardins is pursuing her master's in aberrant natural philosophy, and we're very lucky to have her. Now, this school has protocols on how teachers address students and vice-versa. Ms. Desjardins is a student and also a colleague, so I shall address her so... you lot are her fellow students, and she's made it known to me that she has no quarrel with being called by her given name."
Eloise nodded.
"So, why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself?" the professor said.
Eloise stepped forward. She ducked her head a little as she opened her mouth to speak... a touch of shyness like that always endeared a person to me... but then she looked up at the class and her voice came strong and clear.
"Well... my family is from New Port Chartres, but my earliest memories are of Blackwater and Prax," she said. "I grew up in the area... all over the area. My father was in the ranger corps. My mother was a cleric of Khaele. I felt called to something different, though, and at the age of eleven I began druid training. Six years later I was invested."
"And since then?"
"Well, I spent the next decade traveling the old world and the Mother Isles before I separated from the Khaelean faith and returned here to get my undergraduate degree, which I completed last spring."
That timeline would make her around thirty at least... knowing that, I could see a certain amount of maturity cast into her features, but that aside she didn't really look much older than the typical student.
"And what did you do when you were overseas?" Professor Swain asked.
"A mixture of missionary work and additional training," she said. "The druidic rites of the Mother Isles are older and more established than Magisterian ones... they include training in bardic arts... history, story-telling, and common law."
"So, you're a trained lawyer, then?" the professor asked.
"...not exactly, no," Eloise said. "But I am a trained mediator, and my decrees are considered binding in some circumstances, though they can be set aside by a lawful tribune... really, it only comes into play when there's no tribune available and something needs to be settled."
"Is that just in the Mother Isles?"
"Here, too," Eloise said. "It's part of the common law, along with hospitality for bards." She shrugged. "Oh, I'm also a notary. That's not a druid thing, though. It just... seemed... useful."
"Oh, well, that's fascinating," the professor said. She appeared to notice that Eloise was getting uncomfortable with the attention. "You know, I've often remarked how much more quickly the wheels of justice might turn if we had judges who could turn into bears... but all this is probably a subject best left for another time.
"Right," Professor Swain said. "So... we've the syllabus to go over today. Everyone have one? Anyone who didn't bring it, raise your hand and Ms. Desjardins will pass one in your direction."
There was a brief delay as everyone got theirs out or received a new one.
"Now, the largest single portion of your grade is what I call the excursion essays," the professor said. "A quarter of your grade will come from essays you write based on actual excursions into the wilds. It's not enough to take a stroll through the woods... this is a Local Hazards course, so to qualify for a grade, your excursion must include an encounter with something reasonably hazardous and local. If you'll look at the back of the syllabus, you'll find a list of accredited guides... including our own Ms. Desjardins... who can both help you find qualifying hazards and make sure your encounter doesn't become a close encounter.
"You'll need to turn in a minimum of three excursion essays, but if you're not satisfied with the grades you get on them you can do any number of additional ones and I'll take the best three. The rub is that you need a fresh trip to write a new essay. You must have a guide with you to verify the encounter, and while they are being generous with their time you can't expect them to drop everything to show you the local carnoflora so I suggest you try to get on their schedules as early as you can and expect to travel with a group."
The field work requirement was sounding better than I'd expected... I would have preferred that a class that advertised itself as a 'lecture' was graded only on things that could be done inside of a lecture hall, but going into the woods with a capable guide and a group of students didn't sound terrible.
"I will myself be leading a total of three excursions for the class," the professor continued. "So if you're the retiring sort who doesn't like to put themselves forward, you can just join up with me on the dates noted there in the upper right of page two. Note that the they're all Saturdays, and that the middle one is an overnight camping trip. If you choose to participate in that one, you'll get two grades... one for your essay, one based on my personal observations. That second grade is in the way of being 'extra credit'. If you only turn in two essays it won't count for a third, but if you have at least three it can take the place of the lowest. Is that clear enough to everyone? Right. Moving on..."
[]
"Sneezes, you mean," Steff said.
"What?" I asked.
"She sneezed. In the cafeteria that day," Steff said. "That's why I said 'gesundheit'. Didn't you hear?"
"I heard you saying 'gesundheit' but I thought you were just being funny," I said.
"Well, yeah," Steff said. "But it wouldn't have been funny if she'd, say, burped fire. Except maybe from a theater-of-absurd perspective.
"You didn't think the fact that she sneezed fire was remarkable?" I asked.
"I said gesundheit," Steff said. "What? It's perfectly normal for her tray to burst into flames but it's worth remarking on if the fire came out of her nose?"
"At the time I just figured it was a spell that got away from her," I said. "Any first year student with the right classes might be able to accidentally start a fire, or have one get away from them."
[2 hours. I like how Eloise's bit is shaping up.]
Amaranth was interested to learn of Twyla's visit, when I told her about it over lunch.
"Do you think she'll be back?" she asked me.
"I really don't know," I said. "Before she showed up, I really couldn't have imagined her coming to knock on our door in the first place. Why?"
"I think it would be nice to get to know her better," Amaranth said. "She's a hard person to get a sense of."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, she's quiet," Amaranth said. "And she's never been sexually active... I don't mean that she's never had sex, I mean there's no activity there yet. Most people, when I meet them I can learn quite a bit about them at a glance, but with her there's almost nothing to read." She shrugged. "It always seems weird to me, but it's not that unusual... some people just never get around to thinking about sex much, before they've had it."
"I'm pretty sure I had sexual desires before I had sex," Ian said. "In fact, I'd expect there would more to 'read' before... I'm guessing ten minutes of my random thoughts could have filled a book about sex when I was sixteen. It wouldn't have been the most accurate book, but it would have been enthusiastic. And illustrated in full color."
"The Pop-Up Book of Teenage Fantasies," Steff said.
"Well, what I'm talking about is a phase that not everyone goes through, or stays in long enough for it to be noticeable," Amaranth said. "But there are people who just... don't see the attraction, I guess. It's not like being asexual, or celibate as a matter of discipline. She has ordinary sexual function and she feels attraction... just no interest in acting on it. It makes everything about her seem muted and dim."
"Do we have to talk about someone else's sexual thoughts?" I asked.
"Well, they're not exactly thoughts," Amaranth said. "It's more like we're discussing her sexual being than her sexual thinking... and that's just how I see people. Anyway, I doubt she considers it a secret that she'd prefer to wait for the right person."
"Maybe not, but I doubt she'd appreciate the angle we're talking about this from, or the level of detail," I said.
"I suppose that's possible," Amaranth said. "Do you suppose it's possible that Professor Bohd might be able to help identify her heritage?"
"I don't think that's what she was looking for," I said.
"No, but don't you suppose it might come up?" Amaranth asked. "Professor Bohd's knowledge of the elements must extend to elemental creatures, at least to some point."
"I guess," I said. "But in my experience she's kind of... well, circumspect about that sort of thing. Unless Twyla asks her, I doubt she'd volunteer anything. It wouldn't be like her to make any assumptions about what Twyla does or doesn't know, or what Twyla wants to know."
"Still, if Twyla herself is interested, she might ask, if she gets the notion that Professor Bohd might be able to help her," Amaranth said.
"If you really want to know how it went, you'll probably have to ask her yourself," I said.
"But I wasn't there when she talked to you," Amaranth said. "If I go and talk to her, she might get the impression we were talking about her behind her back."
"Yeah," Steff said. "We'd hate for her to get the right impression like that."
"Oh, you know what I mean... there's a difference between talking in an innocent and well-meaning fashion about someone who doesn't happen to be here, and talking about someone behind their back," Amaranth said. "But to someone who's not there to see it with their own eyes, it can be hard to tell the difference."
"Seems like it would be pretty easy to avoid that kind of misunderstanding if you just didn't talk about people who aren't here," Ian said.
[]
"Sneezes, you mean," Steff said.
"What?" I asked.
"She sneezed. In the cafeteria that day," Steff said. "That's why I said 'gesundheit'. Didn't you hear?"
"I heard you saying 'gesundheit' but I thought you were just being funny," I said.
"Well, yeah," Steff said. "But it wouldn't have been funny if she'd, say, burped fire. Except maybe from a theater-of-absurd perspective.
"You didn't think the fact that she sneezed fire was remarkable?" I asked.
"I said gesundheit," Steff said. "What? It's perfectly normal for her tray to burst into flames but it's worth remarking on if the fire came out of her nose?"
"At the time I just figured it was a spell that got away from her," I said. "Any first year student with the right classes might be able to accidentally start a fire, or have one get away from them."
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Professor Bryony Swain seemed to be in a better mood at the start of the second day of her class than she had been on Monday. Taking that in concert with Acantha's slightly more poised presentation, I was getting a bit of a lesson about snap judgments. A lot of students probably felt they suffered unfairly from making poor first impressions on their teachers, but the reverse could also be true.
She'd replaced the human-sized lectern and somewhat wobbly-looking stool with something sized for a gnome, and that had to help things. The presence of her teaching assistant, who'd been called away for an emergency search, also had to help.
I'd met Eloise Desjardins briefly already, even though she'd missed the first class. Like the professor, her garb was practical outdoorsy, in shades of green and brown. Amaranth had identified her as a secular druid... someone who practiced the primal mystic arts of druidism, but left the religious side alone.
Secularists kind of weirded me out. A big part of that was my grandmother's influence, I knew. She'd lumped them in with worshippers of evil gods and the misguided servants of demons, but at the end of the day she'd had more understanding for worshippers of evil than those who stubbornly refused to worship anything.
I couldn't claim to have received a balanced religious education, but from what I understood there were some secularists who acknowledged the gods as gods but didn't believe mortals needed anything from them or vice-versa, and then there were some who went a step further and declared that gods were nothing more than powerful beings like the most ancient dragons or elementals or even formerly mortal wizards.
The man who had fathered me had, during one of his dream-visits, espoused a theory like that: in brief, that gods are anyone powerful enough to get away with declaring themselves gods.
I didn't know Eloise well enough to quiz her about her particular beliefs, but Amaranth had apparently had a lively discussion on the subject. Modern druidry involved multiple deities but reserved a place of honor for Mother Khaele. I could imagine Amaranth trying to remain polite and effusively open-minded while grappling with a perceived rejection of her divine mother.
"Good afternoon, all," Professor Swain said at the start of the class.
She repeated it again more loudly when it failed to catch the attention of those engaged in small conversations around the room. When that didn't work, Eloise crossed over behind her and clapped her hands together sharply just behind the professor's head.
"Thank you, Eloise," the professor said. "Good afternoon, class."
It had to be hard to be a gnomish teacher among humans and other races. Gnomes had a reputation for being a quiet, unobtrusive people, though my experience with Two's friend Hazel was that they could be as boisterous as anyone. Professor Swain certainly didn't seem to be all that shy.
But even the most outgoing gnomes have a tendency to fade into the background in the most literal fashion. They weren't invisible or translucent or camouflaged or anything, just... hard to notice. Easy to forget.
"I want to start off today by introducing my assistant for the semester, Ms. Eloise Desjardins," Professor Swain said. "Ms. Desjardins is pursuing her master's in aberrant natural philosophy, and we're very lucky to have her. Now, this school has protocols on how teachers address students and vice-versa. Ms. Desjardins is a student and also a colleague, so I shall address her so... you lot are her fellow students, and she's made it known to me that she has no quarrel with being called by her given name."
Eloise nodded.
"So, why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself?" the professor said.
Eloise stepped forward. She ducked her head a little as she opened her mouth to speak... a touch of shyness like that always endeared a person to me... but then she looked up at the class and her voice came strong and clear.
"Well... my family is from New Port Chartres, but my earliest memories are of Blackwater and Prax," she said. "I grew up in the area... all over the area. My father was in the ranger corps. My mother was a cleric of Khaele. I felt called to something different, though, and at the age of eleven I began druid training. Six years later I was invested."
"And since then?"
"Well, I spent the next decade traveling the old world and the Mother Isles before I separated from the Khaelean faith and returned here to get my undergraduate degree, which I completed last spring."
That timeline would make her around thirty at least... knowing that, I could see a certain amount of maturity cast into her features, but that aside she didn't really look much older than the typical student.
"And what did you do when you were overseas?" Professor Swain asked.
"A mixture of missionary work and additional training," she said. "The druidic rites of the Mother Isles are older and more established than Magisterian ones... they include training in bardic arts... history, story-telling, and common law."
"So, you're a trained lawyer, then?" the professor asked.
"...not exactly, no," Eloise said. "But I am a trained mediator, and my decrees are considered binding in some circumstances, though they can be set aside by a lawful tribune... really, it only comes into play when there's no tribune available and something needs to be settled."
"Is that just in the Mother Isles?"
"Here, too," Eloise said. "It's part of the common law, along with hospitality for bards." She shrugged. "Oh, I'm also a notary. That's not a druid thing, though. It just... seemed... useful."
"Oh, well, that's fascinating," the professor said. She appeared to notice that Eloise was getting uncomfortable with the attention. "You know, I've often remarked how much more quickly the wheels of justice might turn if we had judges who could turn into bears... but all this is probably a subject best left for another time.
"Right," Professor Swain said. "So... we've the syllabus to go over today. Everyone have one? Anyone who didn't bring it, raise your hand and Ms. Desjardins will pass one in your direction."
There was a brief delay as everyone got theirs out or received a new one.
"Now, the largest single portion of your grade is what I call the excursion essays," the professor said. "A quarter of your grade will come from essays you write based on actual excursions into the wilds. It's not enough to take a stroll through the woods... this is a Local Hazards course, so to qualify for a grade, your excursion must include an encounter with something reasonably hazardous and local. If you'll look at the back of the syllabus, you'll find a list of accredited guides... including our own Ms. Desjardins... who can both help you find qualifying hazards and make sure your encounter doesn't become a close encounter.
"You'll need to turn in a minimum of three excursion essays, but if you're not satisfied with the grades you get on them you can do any number of additional ones and I'll take the best three. The rub is that you need a fresh trip to write a new essay. You must have a guide with you to verify the encounter, and while they are being generous with their time you can't expect them to drop everything to show you the local carnoflora so I suggest you try to get on their schedules as early as you can and expect to travel with a group."
The field work requirement was sounding better than I'd expected... I would have preferred that a class that advertised itself as a 'lecture' was graded only on things that could be done inside of a lecture hall, but going into the woods with a capable guide and a group of students didn't sound terrible.
"I will myself be leading a total of three excursions for the class," the professor continued. "So if you're the retiring sort who doesn't like to put themselves forward, you can just join up with me on the dates noted there in the upper right of page two. Note that the they're all Saturdays, and that the middle one is an overnight camping trip. If you choose to participate in that one, you'll get two grades... one for your essay, one based on my personal observations. That second grade is in the way of being 'extra credit'. If you only turn in two essays it won't count for a third, but if you have at least three it can take the place of the lowest. Is that clear enough to everyone? Right. Moving on..."
[1.5 hours.]
Amaranth was interested to learn of Twyla's visit, when I told her about it over lunch.
"Do you think she'll be back?" she asked me.
"I really don't know," I said. "Before she showed up, I really couldn't have imagined her coming to knock on our door in the first place. Why?"
"I think it would be nice to get to know her better," Amaranth said. "She's a hard person to get a sense of."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, she's quiet," Amaranth said. "And she's never been sexually active... I don't mean that she's never had sex, I mean there's no activity there yet. Most people, when I meet them I can learn quite a bit about them at a glance, but with her there's almost nothing to read." She shrugged. "It always seems weird to me, but it's not that unusual... some people just never get around to thinking about sex much, before they've had it."
"I'm pretty sure I had sexual desires before I had sex," Ian said. "In fact, I'd expect there would more to 'read' before... I'm guessing ten minutes of my random thoughts could have filled a book about sex when I was sixteen. It wouldn't have been the most accurate book, but it would have been enthusiastic. And illustrated in full color."
"The Pop-Up Book of Teenage Fantasies," Steff said.
"Well, what I'm talking about is a phase that not everyone goes through, or stays in long enough for it to be noticeable," Amaranth said. "But there are people who just... don't see the attraction, I guess. It's not like being asexual, or celibate as a matter of discipline. She has ordinary sexual function and she feels attraction... just no interest in acting on it. It makes everything about her seem muted and dim."
"Do we have to talk about someone else's sexual thoughts?" I asked.
"Well, they're not exactly thoughts," Amaranth said. "It's more like we're discussing her sexual being than her sexual thinking... and that's just how I see people. Anyway, I doubt she considers it a secret that she'd prefer to wait for the right person."
"Maybe not, but I doubt she'd appreciate the angle we're talking about this from, or the level of detail," I said.
"I suppose that's possible," Amaranth said. "Do you suppose it's possible that Professor Bohd might be able to help identify her heritage?"
"I don't think that's what she was looking for," I said.
"No, but don't you suppose it might come up?" Amaranth asked. "Professor Bohd's knowledge of the elements must extend to elemental creatures, at least to some point."
"I guess," I said. "But in my experience she's kind of... well, circumspect about that sort of thing. Unless Twyla asks her, I doubt she'd volunteer anything. It wouldn't be like her to make any assumptions about what Twyla does or doesn't know, or what Twyla wants to know."
"Still, if Twyla herself is interested, she might ask, if she gets the notion that Professor Bohd might be able to help her," Amaranth said.
"If you really want to know how it went, you'll probably have to ask her yourself," I said.
"But I wasn't there when she talked to you," Amaranth said. "If I go and talk to her, she might get the impression we were talking about her behind her back."
"Yeah," Steff said. "We'd hate for her to get the right impression like that."
"Oh, you know what I mean... there's a difference between talking in an innocent and well-meaning fashion about someone who doesn't happen to be here, and talking about someone behind their back," Amaranth said. "But to someone who's not there to see it with their own eyes, it can be hard to tell the difference."
"Seems like it would be pretty easy to avoid that kind of misunderstanding if you just didn't talk about people who aren't here," Ian said.
[]
"Sneezes, you mean," Steff said.
"What?" I asked.
"She sneezed. In the cafeteria that day," Steff said. "That's why I said 'gesundheit'. Didn't you hear?"
"I heard you saying 'gesundheit' but I thought you were just being funny," I said.
"Well, yeah," Steff said. "But it wouldn't have been funny if she'd, say, burped fire. Except maybe from a theater-of-absurd perspective.
"You didn't think the fact that she sneezed fire was remarkable?" I asked.
"I said gesundheit," Steff said. "What? It's perfectly normal for her tray to burst into flames but it's worth remarking on if the fire came out of her nose?"
"At the time I just figured it was a spell that got away from her," I said. "Any first year student with the right classes might be able to accidentally start a fire, or have one get away from them."
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Professor Bryony Swain seemed to be in a better mood at the start of the second day of her class than she had been on Monday. Taking that in concert with Acantha's slightly more poised presentation, I was getting a bit of a lesson about snap judgments. A lot of students probably felt they suffered unfairly from making poor first impressions on their teachers, but the reverse could also be true.
She'd replaced the human-sized lectern and somewhat wobbly-looking stool with something sized for a gnome, and that had to help things. The presence of her teaching assistant, who'd been called away for an emergency search, also had to help.
I'd met Eloise Desjardins briefly already, even though she'd missed the first class. Like the professor, her garb was practical outdoorsy, in shades of green and brown. Amaranth had identified her as a secular druid... someone who practiced the primal mystic arts of druidism, but left the religious side alone.
Secularists kind of weirded me out. A big part of that was my grandmother's influence, I knew. She'd lumped them in with worshippers of evil gods and the misguided servants of demons, but at the end of the day she'd had more understanding for worshippers of evil than those who stubbornly refused to worship anything.
I couldn't claim to have received a balanced religious education, but from what I understood there were some secularists who acknowledged the gods as gods but didn't believe mortals needed anything from them or vice-versa, and then there were some who went a step further and declared that gods were nothing more than powerful beings like the most ancient dragons or elementals or even formerly mortal wizards.
The man who had fathered me had, during one of his dream-visits, espoused a theory like that: in brief, that gods are anyone powerful enough to get away with declaring themselves gods.
I didn't know Eloise well enough to quiz her about her particular beliefs, but Amaranth had apparently had a lively discussion on the subject. Modern druidry involved multiple deities but reserved a place of honor for Mother Khaele. I could imagine Amaranth trying to remain polite and effusively open-minded while grappling with a perceived rejection of her divine mother.
"Good afternoon, all," Professor Swain said at the start of the class.
She repeated it again more loudly when it failed to catch the attention of those engaged in small conversations around the room. When that didn't work, Eloise crossed over behind her and clapped her hands together sharply just behind the professor's head.
It had to be hard to be a gnomish teacher among humans and other races.
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"Let's talk a bit about your excursion essays," she said. "A quarter of your grade will come from essays you write based on excursions into the wilds. It's not enough to take a stroll through the woods... this is a Local Hazards course, so to qualify for a grade, your excursion must include an encounter with something reasonably hazardous and local. If you'll look at the back of the syllabus, you'll find a list of accredited guides who can both help you find qualifying hazards and make sure your encounter doesn't become a close encounter.
"You'll need to turn in a minimum of three excursion essays, but if you're not satisfied with the grades you get on them you can do any number of additional ones and I'll take the best three. The rub is that you need a fresh trip to write a new essay. You must have a guide with you to verify the encounter, and while they are being generous with their time you can't expect them to drop everything to show you the local carnoflora so I suggest you try to get on their schedules as early as you can and expect to travel with a group."
The field work requirement was sounding better than I'd expected... I would have preferred that a class that advertised itself as a 'lecture' was graded only on things that could be done inside of a lecture hall, but going into the woods with a capable guide and a group of students didn't sound terrible.
"I will be leading a total of three excursions for the class," the professor continued. "So if you're the retiring sort who doesn't like to put themselves forward, you can just join up with me on the dates noted there in the upper right of page two. Note that the they're all Saturdays, and that the middle one is an overnight camping trip. If you choose to participate in that one, you'll get two grades... one for your essay, one based on my personal observations.
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"Our teaching assistant for the semester, Eloise Desjardins. Ms. Desjardins is pursuing her master's in aberrant natural philosophy, and she is one of the guides who will be available to you when you make your little excursions... she'll also be accompanying us on the overnight," the professor said. "Why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself?"
"Well... my family is from New Port Chartres, but my earliest memories are of Blackwater and Prax," she said. "I grew up in the area... all over the area. My father was in the ranger corps. My mother was a cleric of Khaele. I felt called to something different, though, and at the age of eleven I began druid training. Six years later I was invested. I spent the next decade traveling the old world and the Mother Isles before I separated from the Khaelean faith and returned here for my undergraduate degree."
That timeline would make her around thirty at least... knowing that, I could see a certain amount of maturity cast into her features, but that aside she didn't really look much older than the typical student.
[1 hour - got a bit of Bryony's class in. Not going to stay focused on the whole class.]
Amaranth was interested to learn of Twyla's visit.
"She's hard to get a sense of," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, she's quiet," Amaranth said. "And she's never been sexually active... I don't mean that she's never had sex, I mean there's no activity there yet. Most people, when I meet them I can learn quite a bit about them at a glance, but with her there's almost nothing to read."
"I'm pretty sure I had sexual desires before I had sex," Ian said. "In fact, I'd expect there would more to 'read' before... I'm guessing ten minutes of my random thoughts could have filled a book about sex when I was sixteen. It wouldn't have been the most accurate book, but it would have been enthusiastic."
"Well, what I'm talking about is a phase that not everyone goes through, or stays in long for it to be noticeable," Amaranth said. "But there are people who just... don't see the attraction, I guess. It's not like being asexual, or celibate as a matter of discipline. She has ordinary sexual function and she feels attraction... just no interest in acting on it. It makes everything about her seem muted and dim."
"Do we have to talk about someone else's sexual thoughts?" I asked.
"Well, they're not exactly thoughts," Amaranth said. "It's more like we're discussing her sexual being than her sexual thinking... and that's just how I see people. Anyway, I doubt she considers it a secret that she'd prefer to wait for the right person."
"Maybe not, but I doubt she'd appreciate the angle we're talking about this from, or the level of detail," I said.
"I suppose that's possible," Amaranth said. "Do you suppose it's possible that Professor Bohd might be able to help identify her heritage?"
"I don't think that's what she was looking for," I said.
"No, but don't you suppose it might come up?" Amaranth asked. "Professor Bohd's knowledge of the elements must extend to elemental creatures, at least to some point."
"I guess," I said. "But in my experience she's kind of... well, circumspect about that sort of thing. Unless Twyla asks her, I doubt she'd volunteer anything. It wouldn't be like her to make any assumptions about what Twyla does or doesn't know, or what Twyla wants to know."
[]
"Sneezes, you mean," Steff said.
"What?" I asked.
"She sneezed. In the cafeteria that day," Steff said. "That's why I said 'gesundheit'. Didn't you hear?"
"I heard you saying 'gesundheit' but I thought you were just being funny," I said.
"Well, yeah," Steff said. "But it wouldn't have been funny if she'd, say, burped fire. Except maybe from a theater-of-absurd perspective.
"You didn't think the fact that she sneezed fire was remarkable?" I asked.
"I said gesundheit," Steff said. "What? It's perfectly normal for her tray to burst into flames but it's worth remarking on if the fire came out of her nose?"
"At the time I just figured it was a spell that got away from her," I said. "Any first year student with the right classes might be able to accidentally start a fire, or have one get away from them."
[]
[]
"Let's talk a bit about your excursion essays," she said. "A quarter of your grade will come from essays you write based on excursions into the wilds. It's not enough to take a stroll through the woods... this is a Local Hazards course, so to qualify for a grade, your excursion must include an encounter with something reasonably hazardous and local. If you'll look at the back of the syllabus, you'll find a list of accredited guides who can both help you find qualifying hazards and make sure your encounter doesn't become a close encounter.
"You'll need to turn in a minimum of three excursion essays, but if you're not satisfied with the grades you get on them you can do any number of additional ones and I'll take the best three. The rub is that you need a fresh trip to write a new essay. You must have a guide with you to verify the encounter, and while they are being generous with their time you can't expect them to drop everything to show you the local carnoflora so I suggest you try to get on their schedules as early as you can and expect to travel with a group."
The field work requirement was sounding better than I'd expected... I would have preferred that a class that advertised itself as a 'lecture' was graded only on things that could be done inside of a lecture hall, but going into the woods with a capable guide and a group of students didn't sound terrible.
"I will be leading a total of three excursions for the class," the professor continued. "So if you're the retiring sort who doesn't like to put themselves forward, you can just join up with me on the dates noted there in the upper right of page two. Note that the they're all Saturdays, and that the middle one is an overnight camping trip. If you choose to participate in that one, you'll get two grades... one for your essay, one based on my personal observations.
"Our teaching assistant for the semester, Eloise Desjardins. Ms. Desjardins is pursuing her master's in aberrant natural philosophy, and she is one of the guides who will be available to you when you make your little excursions... she'll also be accompanying us on the overnight," the professor said. "Why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself?"
"Well... my family is from New Port Chartres, but my earliest memories are of Blackwater and Prax," she said. "I grew up in the area... all over the area. My father was in the ranger corps. My mother was a cleric of Khaele. I felt called to something different, though, and at the age of eleven I began druid training. Six years later I was invested. I spent the next decade traveling the old world and the Mother Isles before I separated from the Khaelean faith and returned here for my undergraduate degree."
That timeline would make her around thirty at least... knowing that, I could see a certain amount of maturity cast into her features, but that aside she didn't really look much older than the typical student.
[0.5 hours - Decent beginning.]
Amaranth was interested to learn of Twyla's visit.
"She's hard to get a sense of," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, she's quiet," Amaranth said. "And she's never been sexually active... I don't mean that she's never had sex, I mean there's no activity there yet. Most people, when I meet them I can learn quite a bit about them at a glance, but with her there's almost nothing to read."
"I'm pretty sure I had sexual desires before I had sex," Ian said. "In fact, I'd expect there would more to 'read' before... I'm guessing ten minutes of my random thoughts could have filled a book about sex when I was sixteen. It wouldn't have been the most accurate book, but it would have been enthusiastic."
"Well, what I'm talking about is a phase that not everyone goes through, or stays in long for it to be noticeable," Amaranth said. "But there are people who just... don't see the attraction, I guess. It's not like being asexual, or celibate as a matter of discipline. She has ordinary sexual function and she feels attraction... just no interest in acting on it. It makes everything about her seem muted and dim."
"Do we have to talk about someone else's sexual thoughts?" I asked.
"Well, they're not exactly thoughts," Amaranth said. "It's more like we're discussing her sexual being than her sexual thinking... and that's just how I see people. Anyway, I doubt she considers it a secret that she'd prefer to wait for the right person."
"Maybe not, but I doubt she'd appreciate the angle we're talking about this from, or the level of detail," I said.
"I suppose that's possible," Amaranth said. "Do you suppose it's possible that Professor Bohd might be able to help identify her heritage?"
"I don't think that's what she was looking for," I said.
"No, but don't you suppose it might come up?" Amaranth asked. "Professor Bohd's knowledge of the elements must extend to elemental creatures, at least to some point."
"I guess," I said. "But in my experience she's kind of... well, circumspect about that sort of thing. Unless Twyla asks her, I doubt she'd volunteer anything. It wouldn't be like her to make any assumptions about what Twyla does or doesn't know, or what Twyla wants to know."
[]
"Sneezes, you mean," Steff said.
"What?" I asked.
"She sneezed. In the cafeteria that day," Steff said. "That's why I said 'gesundheit'. Didn't you hear?"
"I heard you saying 'gesundheit' but I thought you were just being funny," I said.
"Well, yeah," Steff said. "But it wouldn't have been funny if she'd, say, burped fire. Except maybe from a theater-of-absurd perspective.
"You didn't think the fact that she sneezed fire was remarkable?" I asked.
"I said gesundheit," Steff said. "What? It's perfectly normal for her tray to burst into flames but it's worth remarking on if the fire came out of her nose?"
"At the time I just figured it was a spell that got away from her," I said. "Any first year student with the right classes might be able to accidentally start a fire, or have one get away from them."
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"Our teaching assistant for the semester, Eloise Desjardins. Ms. Desjardins is pursuing her master's in aberrant natural philosophy, and she is going to help as a guide when we make our little excursions."
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Amaranth was interested to learn of Twyla's visit, when I told her about it over lunch.
"Do you think she'll be back?" she asked me.
"I really don't know," I said. "Before she showed up, I really couldn't have imagined her coming to knock on our door in the first place. Why?"
"I think it would be nice to get to know her better," Amaranth said. "She's a hard person to get a sense of."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, she's quiet," Amaranth said. "And she's never been sexually active... I don't mean that she's never had sex, I mean there's no activity there yet. Most people, when I meet them I can learn quite a bit about them at a glance, but with her there's almost nothing to read." She shrugged. "It always seems weird to me, but it's not that unusual... some people just never get around to thinking about sex much, before they've had it."
"I'm pretty sure I had sexual desires before I had sex," Ian said. "In fact, I'd expect there would more to 'read' before... I'm guessing ten minutes of my random thoughts could have filled a book about sex when I was sixteen. It wouldn't have been the most accurate book, but it would have been enthusiastic. And illustrated in full color."
"The Pop-Up Book of Teenage Fantasies," Steff said.
"Well, what I'm talking about is a phase that not everyone goes through, or stays in long enough for it to be noticeable," Amaranth said. "But there are people who just... don't see the attraction, I guess. It's not like being asexual, or celibate as a matter of discipline. She has ordinary sexual function and she feels attraction... just no interest in acting on it. It makes everything about her seem muted and dim to me."
"Do we have to talk about someone else's sexual thoughts?" I asked.
"Well, they're not exactly thoughts," Amaranth said. "It's more like we're discussing her sexual being than her sexual thinking... and that's just how I see people. Anyway, I doubt she considers it a secret that she'd prefer to wait for the right person."
"Maybe not, but I doubt she'd appreciate the angle we're talking about this from, or the level of detail," I said.
"I suppose that's possible," Amaranth said. "Do you suppose it's possible that Professor Bohd might be able to help identify her heritage?"
"I don't think that's what she was looking for," I said.
"No, but don't you suppose it might come up?" Amaranth asked. "Professor Bohd's knowledge of the elements must extend to elemental creatures, at least to some point."
"I guess," I said. "But in my experience she's kind of... well, circumspect about that sort of thing. Unless Twyla asks her, I doubt she'd volunteer anything. It wouldn't be like her to make any assumptions about what Twyla does or doesn't know, or what Twyla wants to know."
"Still, if Twyla herself is interested, she might ask, if she gets the notion that Professor Bohd might be able to help her," Amaranth said.
"If you really want to know how it went, you'll probably have to ask her yourself," I said.
"But I wasn't there when she talked to you," Amaranth said. "If I go and talk to her, she might get the impression we were talking about her behind her back."
"Yeah," Steff said. "We'd hate for her to get the right impression like that."
"Oh, you know what I mean... there's a difference between talking in an innocent and well-meaning fashion about someone who doesn't happen to be here, and talking about someone behind their back," Amaranth said. "But to someone who's not there to see it with their own eyes, it can be hard to tell the difference."
"Seems like it would be pretty easy to avoid that kind of misunderstanding if you just didn't talk about people who aren't here," Ian said.
"You could talk to her, baby," Amaranth said to me. "To Professor Bohd, I mean. She likes you."
"'Likes me' in the sense of thinking I have a lot of potential," I said. "I think I could blow a lot of her goodwill by coming around digging after gossip."
"But you wouldn't be digging after gossip, you'd just be concerned for a friend and wondering if she'd been able to give her any help," Amaranth said. "Since Twyla will probably have mentioned that you referred her to the professor in the first place, it should seem completely natural... because it would be completely natural, I mean."
"Don't you think Bohd would wonder why she's not asking her good friend Twyla herself?" Ian asked.
"Also," Steff said, "I think she'd suspect a trick if Mack came to talk to her about anything and it seemed 'completely natural'... I know I would."
"Yeah," Ian said. "No offense, Mackenzie, but you're not exactly a social butterfly."
"More like a moth of solitude," Steff said. "Or one of those bugs that goes skittering away when the lights..."
"Okay, yes," I said. "If you want me to talk to Professor Bohd, Amaranth, I will... but if we have to jump through this many hoops to make it not look like we're digging around for information that's none of our business, that pretty much means we are."
Amaranth sighed.
"You're right, baby," she said. "I just... I wish I'd got to know her better last year. In her own way, I think she was as lonely as you were, and you weren't lonely for long."
"Well, for all we know about her life, neither was she," I said. "There's a boatload of Khersian student groups and activities on campus. Even if she didn't have a lot of friends in Harlowe Hall, she's got a built-in way to make them."
"I suppose," Amaranth said. "Well, if you see her again, please tell her that I said hello, and asked how she's doing."
"Okay," I said.
"And at least go see Professor Bohd in a day or two and ask if Twyla found her," Amaranth said. "If she happens to mention anything... or doesn't... well, it'll be fine either way. It'll be good for you to have an excuse to touch base with her anyway, since you don't have her for anything this semester."
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
After lunch, I killed some time deciphering more spell formulae from the spellbinding manual and tinkering with the formulation of my puff-spark-flame spell in my workbook. I wouldn't copy it to my grimoire until after I got the graded results back... I was pretty confident of getting an A, but I didn't want to copy a B or C spell down into my personal spellbook.
As it neared two in the afternoon I headed for my next class.
Entering the lecture hall, I had to a double-take towards the front of the room to see that Professor Bryony Swain was already present, chatting with her T.A. She seemed to be in a better mood at the start of the second day of her class than she had been on Monday. Taking that in concert with Acantha's slightly more poised presentation, I was getting a bit of a lesson about snap judgments. A lot of students probably felt they suffered unfairly from making poor first impressions on their teachers, but the reverse could also be true.
She'd replaced the human-sized lectern and somewhat wobbly-looking stool with something more appropriately sized for a gnome, and that had to help things a bit. The presence of her teaching assistant, who'd been called away for an emergency search, also had to help.
I'd met Eloise Desjardins briefly already, even though she'd missed the first class. Like the professor, her garb was practical outdoorsy, in shades of green and brown. Amaranth had identified her as a secular druid... someone who practiced the primal mystic arts of druidism, but left the religious side alone.
Secularists kind of weirded me out. A big part of that was my grandmother's influence, I knew. She'd lumped them in with worshippers of evil gods and the misguided servants of demons, but at the end of the day she'd had more understanding for worshippers of evil than those who stubbornly refused to worship anything.
I couldn't claim to have received a balanced religious education, but from what I understood there were some secularists who acknowledged the gods as gods but didn't believe mortals needed anything from them or vice-versa, and then there were some who went a step further and declared that gods were nothing more than powerful beings like the most ancient dragons or elementals or even formerly mortal wizards.
The man who had fathered me had, during one of his dream-visits, espoused a theory like that: in brief, that gods are anyone powerful enough to get away with declaring themselves gods.
I didn't know Eloise well enough to quiz her about her particular beliefs, but Amaranth had apparently had a lively discussion on the subject. Modern druidry involved multiple deities but reserved a place of honor for Mother Khaele. I could imagine Amaranth trying to remain polite and effusively open-minded while grappling with a perceived rejection of her divine mother.
"Good afternoon, all," Professor Swain said at the start of the class.
She repeated it again more loudly when it failed to catch the attention of those engaged in small conversations around the room. When that didn't work, Eloise crossed over behind her and clapped her hands together sharply just behind the professor's head.
"Thank you, Eloise," the professor said. "Good afternoon, class."
It had to be hard to be a gnomish teacher among humans and other races. Gnomes had a reputation for being a quiet, unobtrusive people, though my experience with Two's friend Hazel was that they could be as boisterous as anyone. Professor Swain certainly didn't seem to be all that shy.
But even the most outgoing gnomes have a tendency to fade into the background in the most literal fashion. They weren't invisible or translucent or camouflaged or anything, just... hard to notice. Easy to forget.
"I want to start off today by introducing my assistant for the semester, Ms. Eloise Desjardins," Professor Swain said. "Ms. Desjardins is pursuing her master's in aberrant natural philosophy, and we're very lucky to have her. Now, this school has protocols on how teachers address students and vice-versa. Ms. Desjardins is a student and also a colleague, so I shall address her so... you lot are her fellow students, and she's made it known to me that she has no quarrel with being called by her given name."
Eloise nodded.
"So, why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself?" the professor said.
Eloise stepped forward. She ducked her head a little as she opened her mouth to speak... a touch of shyness like that always endeared a person to me... but then she looked up at the class and her voice came strong and clear.
"Well... my family is from New Port Chartres, but my earliest memories are of Blackwater and Prax," she said. "I grew up in the area... all over the area. My father was in the ranger corps. My mother was a cleric of Khaele. I felt called to something different, though, and at the age of eleven I began druid training. Six years later I was invested."
"And since then?"
"Well, I spent the next decade traveling the old world and the Mother Isles before I separated from the Khaelean faith and returned here to get my undergraduate degree, which I completed last spring."
That timeline would make her around thirty at least... knowing that, I could see a certain amount of maturity cast into her features, but that aside she didn't really look much older than the typical student.
"And what did you do when you were overseas?" Professor Swain asked.
"A mixture of missionary work and additional training," she said. "The druidic rites of the Mother Isles are older and more established than Magisterian ones... they include training in bardic arts... history, story-telling, and common law."
"So, you're a trained lawyer, then?" the professor asked.
"...not exactly, no," Eloise said. "But I am a trained mediator, and my decrees are considered binding in some circumstances, though they can be set aside by a lawful tribune... really, it only comes into play when there's no tribune available and something needs to be settled."
"Is that just in the Mother Isles?"
"Here, too," Eloise said. "It's part of the common law, along with hospitality for bards." She shrugged. "Oh, I'm also a notary. That's not a druid thing, though. It just... seemed... useful."
"Oh, well, that's fascinating," the professor said. She appeared to notice that Eloise was getting uncomfortable with the attention. "You know, I've often remarked how much more quickly the wheels of justice might turn if we had judges who could turn into bears... but all this is probably a subject best left for another time.
"Right," Professor Swain said. "So... we've the syllabus to go over today. Everyone have one? Anyone who didn't bring it, raise your hand and Ms. Desjardins will pass one in your direction."
There was a brief delay as everyone got theirs out or received a new one.
"Now, the largest single portion of your grade is what I call the excursion essays," the professor said. "A quarter of your grade will come from essays you write based on actual excursions into the wilds. It's not enough to take a stroll through the woods... this is a Local Hazards course, so to qualify for a grade, your excursion must include an encounter with something reasonably hazardous and local. If you'll look at the back of the syllabus, you'll find a list of accredited guides... including our own Ms. Desjardins... who can both help you find qualifying hazards and make sure your encounter doesn't become a close encounter.
"You'll need to turn in a minimum of three excursion essays, but if you're not satisfied with the grades you get on them you can do any number of additional ones and I'll take the best three. The rub is that you need a fresh trip to write a new essay. You must have a guide with you to verify the encounter, and while they are being generous with their time you can't expect them to drop everything to show you the local carnoflora so I suggest you try to get on their schedules as early as you can and expect to travel with a group."
The field work requirement was sounding better than I'd expected... I would have preferred that a class that advertised itself as a 'lecture' was graded only on things that could be done inside of a lecture hall, but going into the woods with a capable guide and a group of students didn't sound terrible.
"I will myself be leading a total of three excursions for the class," the professor continued. "So if you're the retiring sort who doesn't like to put themselves forward, you can just join up with me on the dates noted there in the upper right of page two. Note that the they're all Saturdays, and that the middle one is an overnight camping trip. If you choose to participate in that one, you'll get two grades... one for your essay, one based on my personal observations. That second grade is in the way of being 'extra credit'. If you only turn in two essays it won't count for a third, but if you have at least three it can take the place of the lowest. Is that clear enough to everyone? Right. Moving on..."
[]
"Sneezes, you mean," Steff said.
"What?" I asked.
"She sneezed. In the cafeteria that day," Steff said. "That's why I said 'gesundheit'. Didn't you hear?"
"I heard you saying 'gesundheit' but I thought you were just being funny," I said.
"Well, yeah," Steff said. "But it wouldn't have been funny if she'd, say, burped fire. Except maybe from a theater-of-absurd perspective.
"You didn't think the fact that she sneezed fire was remarkable?" I asked.
"I said gesundheit," Steff said. "What? It's perfectly normal for her tray to burst into flames but it's worth remarking on if the fire came out of her nose?"
"At the time I just figured it was a spell that got away from her," I said. "Any first year student with the right classes might be able to accidentally start a fire, or have one get away from them."
[2 hours. I like how Eloise's bit is shaping up.]
Amaranth was interested to learn of Twyla's visit, when I told her about it over lunch.
"Do you think she'll be back?" she asked me.
"I really don't know," I said. "Before she showed up, I really couldn't have imagined her coming to knock on our door in the first place. Why?"
"I think it would be nice to get to know her better," Amaranth said. "She's a hard person to get a sense of."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, she's quiet," Amaranth said. "And she's never been sexually active... I don't mean that she's never had sex, I mean there's no activity there yet. Most people, when I meet them I can learn quite a bit about them at a glance, but with her there's almost nothing to read." She shrugged. "It always seems weird to me, but it's not that unusual... some people just never get around to thinking about sex much, before they've had it."
"I'm pretty sure I had sexual desires before I had sex," Ian said. "In fact, I'd expect there would more to 'read' before... I'm guessing ten minutes of my random thoughts could have filled a book about sex when I was sixteen. It wouldn't have been the most accurate book, but it would have been enthusiastic. And illustrated in full color."
"The Pop-Up Book of Teenage Fantasies," Steff said.
"Well, what I'm talking about is a phase that not everyone goes through, or stays in long enough for it to be noticeable," Amaranth said. "But there are people who just... don't see the attraction, I guess. It's not like being asexual, or celibate as a matter of discipline. She has ordinary sexual function and she feels attraction... just no interest in acting on it. It makes everything about her seem muted and dim."
"Do we have to talk about someone else's sexual thoughts?" I asked.
"Well, they're not exactly thoughts," Amaranth said. "It's more like we're discussing her sexual being than her sexual thinking... and that's just how I see people. Anyway, I doubt she considers it a secret that she'd prefer to wait for the right person."
"Maybe not, but I doubt she'd appreciate the angle we're talking about this from, or the level of detail," I said.
"I suppose that's possible," Amaranth said. "Do you suppose it's possible that Professor Bohd might be able to help identify her heritage?"
"I don't think that's what she was looking for," I said.
"No, but don't you suppose it might come up?" Amaranth asked. "Professor Bohd's knowledge of the elements must extend to elemental creatures, at least to some point."
"I guess," I said. "But in my experience she's kind of... well, circumspect about that sort of thing. Unless Twyla asks her, I doubt she'd volunteer anything. It wouldn't be like her to make any assumptions about what Twyla does or doesn't know, or what Twyla wants to know."
"Still, if Twyla herself is interested, she might ask, if she gets the notion that Professor Bohd might be able to help her," Amaranth said.
"If you really want to know how it went, you'll probably have to ask her yourself," I said.
"But I wasn't there when she talked to you," Amaranth said. "If I go and talk to her, she might get the impression we were talking about her behind her back."
"Yeah," Steff said. "We'd hate for her to get the right impression like that."
"Oh, you know what I mean... there's a difference between talking in an innocent and well-meaning fashion about someone who doesn't happen to be here, and talking about someone behind their back," Amaranth said. "But to someone who's not there to see it with their own eyes, it can be hard to tell the difference."
"Seems like it would be pretty easy to avoid that kind of misunderstanding if you just didn't talk about people who aren't here," Ian said.
[]
"Sneezes, you mean," Steff said.
"What?" I asked.
"She sneezed. In the cafeteria that day," Steff said. "That's why I said 'gesundheit'. Didn't you hear?"
"I heard you saying 'gesundheit' but I thought you were just being funny," I said.
"Well, yeah," Steff said. "But it wouldn't have been funny if she'd, say, burped fire. Except maybe from a theater-of-absurd perspective.
"You didn't think the fact that she sneezed fire was remarkable?" I asked.
"I said gesundheit," Steff said. "What? It's perfectly normal for her tray to burst into flames but it's worth remarking on if the fire came out of her nose?"
"At the time I just figured it was a spell that got away from her," I said. "Any first year student with the right classes might be able to accidentally start a fire, or have one get away from them."
[]
[]
Professor Bryony Swain seemed to be in a better mood at the start of the second day of her class than she had been on Monday. Taking that in concert with Acantha's slightly more poised presentation, I was getting a bit of a lesson about snap judgments. A lot of students probably felt they suffered unfairly from making poor first impressions on their teachers, but the reverse could also be true.
She'd replaced the human-sized lectern and somewhat wobbly-looking stool with something sized for a gnome, and that had to help things. The presence of her teaching assistant, who'd been called away for an emergency search, also had to help.
I'd met Eloise Desjardins briefly already, even though she'd missed the first class. Like the professor, her garb was practical outdoorsy, in shades of green and brown. Amaranth had identified her as a secular druid... someone who practiced the primal mystic arts of druidism, but left the religious side alone.
Secularists kind of weirded me out. A big part of that was my grandmother's influence, I knew. She'd lumped them in with worshippers of evil gods and the misguided servants of demons, but at the end of the day she'd had more understanding for worshippers of evil than those who stubbornly refused to worship anything.
I couldn't claim to have received a balanced religious education, but from what I understood there were some secularists who acknowledged the gods as gods but didn't believe mortals needed anything from them or vice-versa, and then there were some who went a step further and declared that gods were nothing more than powerful beings like the most ancient dragons or elementals or even formerly mortal wizards.
The man who had fathered me had, during one of his dream-visits, espoused a theory like that: in brief, that gods are anyone powerful enough to get away with declaring themselves gods.
I didn't know Eloise well enough to quiz her about her particular beliefs, but Amaranth had apparently had a lively discussion on the subject. Modern druidry involved multiple deities but reserved a place of honor for Mother Khaele. I could imagine Amaranth trying to remain polite and effusively open-minded while grappling with a perceived rejection of her divine mother.
"Good afternoon, all," Professor Swain said at the start of the class.
She repeated it again more loudly when it failed to catch the attention of those engaged in small conversations around the room. When that didn't work, Eloise crossed over behind her and clapped her hands together sharply just behind the professor's head.
"Thank you, Eloise," the professor said. "Good afternoon, class."
It had to be hard to be a gnomish teacher among humans and other races. Gnomes had a reputation for being a quiet, unobtrusive people, though my experience with Two's friend Hazel was that they could be as boisterous as anyone. Professor Swain certainly didn't seem to be all that shy.
But even the most outgoing gnomes have a tendency to fade into the background in the most literal fashion. They weren't invisible or translucent or camouflaged or anything, just... hard to notice. Easy to forget.
"I want to start off today by introducing my assistant for the semester, Ms. Eloise Desjardins," Professor Swain said. "Ms. Desjardins is pursuing her master's in aberrant natural philosophy, and we're very lucky to have her. Now, this school has protocols on how teachers address students and vice-versa. Ms. Desjardins is a student and also a colleague, so I shall address her so... you lot are her fellow students, and she's made it known to me that she has no quarrel with being called by her given name."
Eloise nodded.
"So, why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself?" the professor said.
Eloise stepped forward. She ducked her head a little as she opened her mouth to speak... a touch of shyness like that always endeared a person to me... but then she looked up at the class and her voice came strong and clear.
"Well... my family is from New Port Chartres, but my earliest memories are of Blackwater and Prax," she said. "I grew up in the area... all over the area. My father was in the ranger corps. My mother was a cleric of Khaele. I felt called to something different, though, and at the age of eleven I began druid training. Six years later I was invested."
"And since then?"
"Well, I spent the next decade traveling the old world and the Mother Isles before I separated from the Khaelean faith and returned here to get my undergraduate degree, which I completed last spring."
That timeline would make her around thirty at least... knowing that, I could see a certain amount of maturity cast into her features, but that aside she didn't really look much older than the typical student.
"And what did you do when you were overseas?" Professor Swain asked.
"A mixture of missionary work and additional training," she said. "The druidic rites of the Mother Isles are older and more established than Magisterian ones... they include training in bardic arts... history, story-telling, and common law."
"So, you're a trained lawyer, then?" the professor asked.
"...not exactly, no," Eloise said. "But I am a trained mediator, and my decrees are considered binding in some circumstances, though they can be set aside by a lawful tribune... really, it only comes into play when there's no tribune available and something needs to be settled."
"Is that just in the Mother Isles?"
"Here, too," Eloise said. "It's part of the common law, along with hospitality for bards." She shrugged. "Oh, I'm also a notary. That's not a druid thing, though. It just... seemed... useful."
"Oh, well, that's fascinating," the professor said. She appeared to notice that Eloise was getting uncomfortable with the attention. "You know, I've often remarked how much more quickly the wheels of justice might turn if we had judges who could turn into bears... but all this is probably a subject best left for another time.
"Right," Professor Swain said. "So... we've the syllabus to go over today. Everyone have one? Anyone who didn't bring it, raise your hand and Ms. Desjardins will pass one in your direction."
There was a brief delay as everyone got theirs out or received a new one.
"Now, the largest single portion of your grade is what I call the excursion essays," the professor said. "A quarter of your grade will come from essays you write based on actual excursions into the wilds. It's not enough to take a stroll through the woods... this is a Local Hazards course, so to qualify for a grade, your excursion must include an encounter with something reasonably hazardous and local. If you'll look at the back of the syllabus, you'll find a list of accredited guides... including our own Ms. Desjardins... who can both help you find qualifying hazards and make sure your encounter doesn't become a close encounter.
"You'll need to turn in a minimum of three excursion essays, but if you're not satisfied with the grades you get on them you can do any number of additional ones and I'll take the best three. The rub is that you need a fresh trip to write a new essay. You must have a guide with you to verify the encounter, and while they are being generous with their time you can't expect them to drop everything to show you the local carnoflora so I suggest you try to get on their schedules as early as you can and expect to travel with a group."
The field work requirement was sounding better than I'd expected... I would have preferred that a class that advertised itself as a 'lecture' was graded only on things that could be done inside of a lecture hall, but going into the woods with a capable guide and a group of students didn't sound terrible.
"I will myself be leading a total of three excursions for the class," the professor continued. "So if you're the retiring sort who doesn't like to put themselves forward, you can just join up with me on the dates noted there in the upper right of page two. Note that the they're all Saturdays, and that the middle one is an overnight camping trip. If you choose to participate in that one, you'll get two grades... one for your essay, one based on my personal observations. That second grade is in the way of being 'extra credit'. If you only turn in two essays it won't count for a third, but if you have at least three it can take the place of the lowest. Is that clear enough to everyone? Right. Moving on..."
[1.5 hours.]
Amaranth was interested to learn of Twyla's visit, when I told her about it over lunch.
"Do you think she'll be back?" she asked me.
"I really don't know," I said. "Before she showed up, I really couldn't have imagined her coming to knock on our door in the first place. Why?"
"I think it would be nice to get to know her better," Amaranth said. "She's a hard person to get a sense of."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, she's quiet," Amaranth said. "And she's never been sexually active... I don't mean that she's never had sex, I mean there's no activity there yet. Most people, when I meet them I can learn quite a bit about them at a glance, but with her there's almost nothing to read." She shrugged. "It always seems weird to me, but it's not that unusual... some people just never get around to thinking about sex much, before they've had it."
"I'm pretty sure I had sexual desires before I had sex," Ian said. "In fact, I'd expect there would more to 'read' before... I'm guessing ten minutes of my random thoughts could have filled a book about sex when I was sixteen. It wouldn't have been the most accurate book, but it would have been enthusiastic. And illustrated in full color."
"The Pop-Up Book of Teenage Fantasies," Steff said.
"Well, what I'm talking about is a phase that not everyone goes through, or stays in long enough for it to be noticeable," Amaranth said. "But there are people who just... don't see the attraction, I guess. It's not like being asexual, or celibate as a matter of discipline. She has ordinary sexual function and she feels attraction... just no interest in acting on it. It makes everything about her seem muted and dim."
"Do we have to talk about someone else's sexual thoughts?" I asked.
"Well, they're not exactly thoughts," Amaranth said. "It's more like we're discussing her sexual being than her sexual thinking... and that's just how I see people. Anyway, I doubt she considers it a secret that she'd prefer to wait for the right person."
"Maybe not, but I doubt she'd appreciate the angle we're talking about this from, or the level of detail," I said.
"I suppose that's possible," Amaranth said. "Do you suppose it's possible that Professor Bohd might be able to help identify her heritage?"
"I don't think that's what she was looking for," I said.
"No, but don't you suppose it might come up?" Amaranth asked. "Professor Bohd's knowledge of the elements must extend to elemental creatures, at least to some point."
"I guess," I said. "But in my experience she's kind of... well, circumspect about that sort of thing. Unless Twyla asks her, I doubt she'd volunteer anything. It wouldn't be like her to make any assumptions about what Twyla does or doesn't know, or what Twyla wants to know."
"Still, if Twyla herself is interested, she might ask, if she gets the notion that Professor Bohd might be able to help her," Amaranth said.
"If you really want to know how it went, you'll probably have to ask her yourself," I said.
"But I wasn't there when she talked to you," Amaranth said. "If I go and talk to her, she might get the impression we were talking about her behind her back."
"Yeah," Steff said. "We'd hate for her to get the right impression like that."
"Oh, you know what I mean... there's a difference between talking in an innocent and well-meaning fashion about someone who doesn't happen to be here, and talking about someone behind their back," Amaranth said. "But to someone who's not there to see it with their own eyes, it can be hard to tell the difference."
"Seems like it would be pretty easy to avoid that kind of misunderstanding if you just didn't talk about people who aren't here," Ian said.
[]
"Sneezes, you mean," Steff said.
"What?" I asked.
"She sneezed. In the cafeteria that day," Steff said. "That's why I said 'gesundheit'. Didn't you hear?"
"I heard you saying 'gesundheit' but I thought you were just being funny," I said.
"Well, yeah," Steff said. "But it wouldn't have been funny if she'd, say, burped fire. Except maybe from a theater-of-absurd perspective.
"You didn't think the fact that she sneezed fire was remarkable?" I asked.
"I said gesundheit," Steff said. "What? It's perfectly normal for her tray to burst into flames but it's worth remarking on if the fire came out of her nose?"
"At the time I just figured it was a spell that got away from her," I said. "Any first year student with the right classes might be able to accidentally start a fire, or have one get away from them."
[]
[]
Professor Bryony Swain seemed to be in a better mood at the start of the second day of her class than she had been on Monday. Taking that in concert with Acantha's slightly more poised presentation, I was getting a bit of a lesson about snap judgments. A lot of students probably felt they suffered unfairly from making poor first impressions on their teachers, but the reverse could also be true.
She'd replaced the human-sized lectern and somewhat wobbly-looking stool with something sized for a gnome, and that had to help things. The presence of her teaching assistant, who'd been called away for an emergency search, also had to help.
I'd met Eloise Desjardins briefly already, even though she'd missed the first class. Like the professor, her garb was practical outdoorsy, in shades of green and brown. Amaranth had identified her as a secular druid... someone who practiced the primal mystic arts of druidism, but left the religious side alone.
Secularists kind of weirded me out. A big part of that was my grandmother's influence, I knew. She'd lumped them in with worshippers of evil gods and the misguided servants of demons, but at the end of the day she'd had more understanding for worshippers of evil than those who stubbornly refused to worship anything.
I couldn't claim to have received a balanced religious education, but from what I understood there were some secularists who acknowledged the gods as gods but didn't believe mortals needed anything from them or vice-versa, and then there were some who went a step further and declared that gods were nothing more than powerful beings like the most ancient dragons or elementals or even formerly mortal wizards.
The man who had fathered me had, during one of his dream-visits, espoused a theory like that: in brief, that gods are anyone powerful enough to get away with declaring themselves gods.
I didn't know Eloise well enough to quiz her about her particular beliefs, but Amaranth had apparently had a lively discussion on the subject. Modern druidry involved multiple deities but reserved a place of honor for Mother Khaele. I could imagine Amaranth trying to remain polite and effusively open-minded while grappling with a perceived rejection of her divine mother.
"Good afternoon, all," Professor Swain said at the start of the class.
She repeated it again more loudly when it failed to catch the attention of those engaged in small conversations around the room. When that didn't work, Eloise crossed over behind her and clapped her hands together sharply just behind the professor's head.
It had to be hard to be a gnomish teacher among humans and other races.
[]
"Let's talk a bit about your excursion essays," she said. "A quarter of your grade will come from essays you write based on excursions into the wilds. It's not enough to take a stroll through the woods... this is a Local Hazards course, so to qualify for a grade, your excursion must include an encounter with something reasonably hazardous and local. If you'll look at the back of the syllabus, you'll find a list of accredited guides who can both help you find qualifying hazards and make sure your encounter doesn't become a close encounter.
"You'll need to turn in a minimum of three excursion essays, but if you're not satisfied with the grades you get on them you can do any number of additional ones and I'll take the best three. The rub is that you need a fresh trip to write a new essay. You must have a guide with you to verify the encounter, and while they are being generous with their time you can't expect them to drop everything to show you the local carnoflora so I suggest you try to get on their schedules as early as you can and expect to travel with a group."
The field work requirement was sounding better than I'd expected... I would have preferred that a class that advertised itself as a 'lecture' was graded only on things that could be done inside of a lecture hall, but going into the woods with a capable guide and a group of students didn't sound terrible.
"I will be leading a total of three excursions for the class," the professor continued. "So if you're the retiring sort who doesn't like to put themselves forward, you can just join up with me on the dates noted there in the upper right of page two. Note that the they're all Saturdays, and that the middle one is an overnight camping trip. If you choose to participate in that one, you'll get two grades... one for your essay, one based on my personal observations.
[]
"Our teaching assistant for the semester, Eloise Desjardins. Ms. Desjardins is pursuing her master's in aberrant natural philosophy, and she is one of the guides who will be available to you when you make your little excursions... she'll also be accompanying us on the overnight," the professor said. "Why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself?"
"Well... my family is from New Port Chartres, but my earliest memories are of Blackwater and Prax," she said. "I grew up in the area... all over the area. My father was in the ranger corps. My mother was a cleric of Khaele. I felt called to something different, though, and at the age of eleven I began druid training. Six years later I was invested. I spent the next decade traveling the old world and the Mother Isles before I separated from the Khaelean faith and returned here for my undergraduate degree."
That timeline would make her around thirty at least... knowing that, I could see a certain amount of maturity cast into her features, but that aside she didn't really look much older than the typical student.
[1 hour - got a bit of Bryony's class in. Not going to stay focused on the whole class.]
Amaranth was interested to learn of Twyla's visit.
"She's hard to get a sense of," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, she's quiet," Amaranth said. "And she's never been sexually active... I don't mean that she's never had sex, I mean there's no activity there yet. Most people, when I meet them I can learn quite a bit about them at a glance, but with her there's almost nothing to read."
"I'm pretty sure I had sexual desires before I had sex," Ian said. "In fact, I'd expect there would more to 'read' before... I'm guessing ten minutes of my random thoughts could have filled a book about sex when I was sixteen. It wouldn't have been the most accurate book, but it would have been enthusiastic."
"Well, what I'm talking about is a phase that not everyone goes through, or stays in long for it to be noticeable," Amaranth said. "But there are people who just... don't see the attraction, I guess. It's not like being asexual, or celibate as a matter of discipline. She has ordinary sexual function and she feels attraction... just no interest in acting on it. It makes everything about her seem muted and dim."
"Do we have to talk about someone else's sexual thoughts?" I asked.
"Well, they're not exactly thoughts," Amaranth said. "It's more like we're discussing her sexual being than her sexual thinking... and that's just how I see people. Anyway, I doubt she considers it a secret that she'd prefer to wait for the right person."
"Maybe not, but I doubt she'd appreciate the angle we're talking about this from, or the level of detail," I said.
"I suppose that's possible," Amaranth said. "Do you suppose it's possible that Professor Bohd might be able to help identify her heritage?"
"I don't think that's what she was looking for," I said.
"No, but don't you suppose it might come up?" Amaranth asked. "Professor Bohd's knowledge of the elements must extend to elemental creatures, at least to some point."
"I guess," I said. "But in my experience she's kind of... well, circumspect about that sort of thing. Unless Twyla asks her, I doubt she'd volunteer anything. It wouldn't be like her to make any assumptions about what Twyla does or doesn't know, or what Twyla wants to know."
[]
"Sneezes, you mean," Steff said.
"What?" I asked.
"She sneezed. In the cafeteria that day," Steff said. "That's why I said 'gesundheit'. Didn't you hear?"
"I heard you saying 'gesundheit' but I thought you were just being funny," I said.
"Well, yeah," Steff said. "But it wouldn't have been funny if she'd, say, burped fire. Except maybe from a theater-of-absurd perspective.
"You didn't think the fact that she sneezed fire was remarkable?" I asked.
"I said gesundheit," Steff said. "What? It's perfectly normal for her tray to burst into flames but it's worth remarking on if the fire came out of her nose?"
"At the time I just figured it was a spell that got away from her," I said. "Any first year student with the right classes might be able to accidentally start a fire, or have one get away from them."
[]
[]
"Let's talk a bit about your excursion essays," she said. "A quarter of your grade will come from essays you write based on excursions into the wilds. It's not enough to take a stroll through the woods... this is a Local Hazards course, so to qualify for a grade, your excursion must include an encounter with something reasonably hazardous and local. If you'll look at the back of the syllabus, you'll find a list of accredited guides who can both help you find qualifying hazards and make sure your encounter doesn't become a close encounter.
"You'll need to turn in a minimum of three excursion essays, but if you're not satisfied with the grades you get on them you can do any number of additional ones and I'll take the best three. The rub is that you need a fresh trip to write a new essay. You must have a guide with you to verify the encounter, and while they are being generous with their time you can't expect them to drop everything to show you the local carnoflora so I suggest you try to get on their schedules as early as you can and expect to travel with a group."
The field work requirement was sounding better than I'd expected... I would have preferred that a class that advertised itself as a 'lecture' was graded only on things that could be done inside of a lecture hall, but going into the woods with a capable guide and a group of students didn't sound terrible.
"I will be leading a total of three excursions for the class," the professor continued. "So if you're the retiring sort who doesn't like to put themselves forward, you can just join up with me on the dates noted there in the upper right of page two. Note that the they're all Saturdays, and that the middle one is an overnight camping trip. If you choose to participate in that one, you'll get two grades... one for your essay, one based on my personal observations.
"Our teaching assistant for the semester, Eloise Desjardins. Ms. Desjardins is pursuing her master's in aberrant natural philosophy, and she is one of the guides who will be available to you when you make your little excursions... she'll also be accompanying us on the overnight," the professor said. "Why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself?"
"Well... my family is from New Port Chartres, but my earliest memories are of Blackwater and Prax," she said. "I grew up in the area... all over the area. My father was in the ranger corps. My mother was a cleric of Khaele. I felt called to something different, though, and at the age of eleven I began druid training. Six years later I was invested. I spent the next decade traveling the old world and the Mother Isles before I separated from the Khaelean faith and returned here for my undergraduate degree."
That timeline would make her around thirty at least... knowing that, I could see a certain amount of maturity cast into her features, but that aside she didn't really look much older than the typical student.
[0.5 hours - Decent beginning.]
Amaranth was interested to learn of Twyla's visit.
"She's hard to get a sense of," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, she's quiet," Amaranth said. "And she's never been sexually active... I don't mean that she's never had sex, I mean there's no activity there yet. Most people, when I meet them I can learn quite a bit about them at a glance, but with her there's almost nothing to read."
"I'm pretty sure I had sexual desires before I had sex," Ian said. "In fact, I'd expect there would more to 'read' before... I'm guessing ten minutes of my random thoughts could have filled a book about sex when I was sixteen. It wouldn't have been the most accurate book, but it would have been enthusiastic."
"Well, what I'm talking about is a phase that not everyone goes through, or stays in long for it to be noticeable," Amaranth said. "But there are people who just... don't see the attraction, I guess. It's not like being asexual, or celibate as a matter of discipline. She has ordinary sexual function and she feels attraction... just no interest in acting on it. It makes everything about her seem muted and dim."
"Do we have to talk about someone else's sexual thoughts?" I asked.
"Well, they're not exactly thoughts," Amaranth said. "It's more like we're discussing her sexual being than her sexual thinking... and that's just how I see people. Anyway, I doubt she considers it a secret that she'd prefer to wait for the right person."
"Maybe not, but I doubt she'd appreciate the angle we're talking about this from, or the level of detail," I said.
"I suppose that's possible," Amaranth said. "Do you suppose it's possible that Professor Bohd might be able to help identify her heritage?"
"I don't think that's what she was looking for," I said.
"No, but don't you suppose it might come up?" Amaranth asked. "Professor Bohd's knowledge of the elements must extend to elemental creatures, at least to some point."
"I guess," I said. "But in my experience she's kind of... well, circumspect about that sort of thing. Unless Twyla asks her, I doubt she'd volunteer anything. It wouldn't be like her to make any assumptions about what Twyla does or doesn't know, or what Twyla wants to know."
[]
"Sneezes, you mean," Steff said.
"What?" I asked.
"She sneezed. In the cafeteria that day," Steff said. "That's why I said 'gesundheit'. Didn't you hear?"
"I heard you saying 'gesundheit' but I thought you were just being funny," I said.
"Well, yeah," Steff said. "But it wouldn't have been funny if she'd, say, burped fire. Except maybe from a theater-of-absurd perspective.
"You didn't think the fact that she sneezed fire was remarkable?" I asked.
"I said gesundheit," Steff said. "What? It's perfectly normal for her tray to burst into flames but it's worth remarking on if the fire came out of her nose?"
"At the time I just figured it was a spell that got away from her," I said. "Any first year student with the right classes might be able to accidentally start a fire, or have one get away from them."
[]
[]
"Our teaching assistant for the semester, Eloise Desjardins. Ms. Desjardins is pursuing her master's in aberrant natural philosophy, and she is going to help as a guide when we make our little excursions."