"Oh, hi, Einervaene." I greet her with, one of the rarest things in recent times coming to my face. A smile. She twitches at my greeting, but returns the smile.
"Hello, Nin-kischu, how have you been? I'm sorry I haven't been able to see you as much recently. I have just been very excited about all this place has to offer." she explains cheerfully as she seems otherwise enamoured with what this school can teach her. Her arms turning into her pretty Storm-coloured lightning as the tablets and graphs call it. Storm blue. An animal of a colour given the lightning chart is nearly all golds, brasses and yellows. Like how the wind magic charts are emeralds and greens.
I note the twitch in her arm, but it goes away so fast compared to all the other times I've seen her cast magic, "You've been able to work on the whole twitching thing? Holding it off and casting for longer. Getting over it quicker."
A slight wince goes through her eyes at my last words, "Y-Yeah... It... It turns out. I've been nearly committing a form of proverbial *suicide* with my magic-"
I don't know why, but, even when it's not being used like that, it just burns my ears to hear it. Suicide...
"-as I've been casting it wrong the whole time apparently. Or, I picked it up as a habit in my travels and never got over it... It doesn't matter. I've been casting incorrectly. Dangerous. Still am, actually... Hehe. But, I've been getting better, see!" she explains, showing off her arm by unrolling the lengthy glove so I can see how little it twitches and spasms now.
"That's good, means I won't have to catch you or go over you to keep you from being squashed into a road." I joke, recalling what we made a habit of on the journey here and back at Tryhpeltzweig. Yet, despite that, my chuckles are hollow, and there's barely anything from her. Just an awkward embarrassment neither of us seem willing to speak on.
... "So how has your magic come along? Hopefully, soon, I can show off how well I have done in changing how I go about casting it."
Her words make me frown for double-ended reasons. Bragging? Is that what she wants to do or...? No, Einervaene hasn't really shown herself to be the bragging kind so far.
"I've not had the time to... Been a bit busy." I tell her, the explanation obvious and not really needing explanation. However, I can still at least show off this pile of stone tablets Frihdeicalkbr was able to point me in the direction of. He handled all the library nonsense. I just need to get to transcripting it all. Or the important bits.
"You are not doing any magic training?" she asks, clinging to my words as I feel something poke about at me. Like her senses are coming onto me to fiddle and play with my... Aura. Yeah, aura.
"I can't, really. I need to learn the language first... But, it's been difficult to do so." I answer, trying way too hard to think of reasons other than the blatantly obvious as it passes us by in the distance. Hollering insults dulling to something indecipherable as they finally reach me. But the intention still hits as well as any arrow might.
"I assume it is because of...?" Einervaene trails, some disbelief in her voice as I can only, in turn, assume she's been getting the best of treatment. A fresh new face from a foreign land, one all too eager to learn how to weave her magic properly.
"N-No... Well, yes. In a way. I haven't had any teachers willing to help me out with it, and it is just so different to what I am used to." I tell her, showing her the tablet I've been using to jot down what notes I can. One of the rare few books in this academy entering her hands right after so she can compare the texts.
Maybe in the future, I can teach her some Tobaballian? She seems to be able to read the... Jherikra language... Just fine.
"Einervaene! Einervaene!" someone cheerfully calls out from around the corner of a nearby building, her location clearly already told previously. Just not the fact I'd be here. The newcomer goes quiet, her eyes staring intently at me and she takes a step back. The fact she's a foreigner of the likes of Einervaene not doing much.
But, hey, at least she isn't insulting me. That's the good thing about the Oddity Students, or most of them anyway. They don't insult me in the same way the Jhermonikra students do. They just don't have that same reason to... But, hey, they're not Jhermonikra and that's entirely fair... On me.
For once...
Eusorochiian I think was the word I've overheard, I think. That's where Einervaene comes from, what this newcomer is also from. A good chunk of the Oddity students come from there. This Eusorochii place.
"Nin..." Einervaene goes, her lone usage of my name striking me as so very odd. I look to her properly, watching as she approaches with a sigh. She scoots a little closer, her hands holding my claw in such a way to make sure I look at her.
"What is it?" I dare to ask, not liking this tight feeling in my chest.
"Alright, listen carefully, ok...?" Einervaene goes, her sigh even heavier than before.
"Ok." I go, my voice firm and stiff.
"I... I don't want you to take this personally or anything... But, is it alright if we don't see each other while out of our dorm?" she asks me, bordering on a whisper as I look around at those who are watching us. Not quite the same as the mostly Jhermonikra areas, but I can still see it for what it is. Like how I can see when metal is poorly looked after because I spent so many years in a workshop.
I nod away, trying not to take in too many details about it, "Y-Yeah... It's fine."
I understand. We're getting stared at by so many people and while they might not treat me the same way. While they might not understand the same way. The fact remains: I'm an osibindah.
"Again... Please don't take it personally, ok? O-Only in public, Nin." she pleads, a little, shakey smile on her fact as she returns the book and tablet. I nod in understanding, watching her wander away as I find myself heading off to a table-bench combo.
I sit there, on my own, under the shade of an intentional or happy accident of a tree. Me and my tablets and one book. I linger as I am, staring at the pile as each attempt to get back to work feels so slow... Even then, I get to it, getting back to what I can... And... And I...
I stop, a heavy sigh coming out of me as these shakes won't stop... Pestering me.