[The party has stopped for the day - earlier than usual, or at least so it feels to Therion, who burns with restlessness. He would rather keep going - maybe even through the night. The stars know he's been sleeping even worse than usual lately, if he sleeps at all, so maybe the extra exhaustion of it all would help him finally find some measure of quiet. Alas, it was not to be. Half the group was still nursing injuries from recent misadventures, and even those with naught more than bruises were sagging. And yet somehow H'aanit and Linde still found the energy to head out on a hunt with a promise to Alfyn that Linde would be sent back to fetch him if they stumbled across any promising patches of noxroot or sleepweed to refill his nigh-exhausted stores. He'd go himself, of course, but examining and tending to the others' injuries while they still had daylight to spare took precedence.
Therion keeps himself busy with camp set-up - at least, as much as he could without pulling too much on the newly-mended flesh across his ribs. But it's not enough. It doesn't take that long, and then he's left at loose ends again. None of his usual ways to pass the time are enough, and all at once, as he catches Olberic giving him another fucking thoughtful stare when he thinks the thief isn't looking, like he somehow thinks he has the right to figure anything out just because he-- Therion decides he's had enough of camp.
But going off on his own would undoubtedly prompt someone to follow him, so instead he makes the questionable decision of approaching Cyrus. Before everything had gone to hell in a hand-basket in Stonegard and Wellspring, they'd agreed on a trade. A trade of trades, as the professor had called it: Therion walked Cyrus through a few basic thief skills, and Cyrus helped Therion get a bit more consistent with his magic in turn. Simple enough. Maybe it was about time to get that going again. For all that he was a nosy bastard with a sharp eye for detail and an even sharper memory, Cyrus was also the most fucking oblivious man Therion had ever met when it came to certain things in the emotion department. Plus, he was easy enough to side track on a tangent. Therion would have to hope that would be enough.
So, up to the esteemed scholar he goes, crossing his arms.]
You up for a bit of teaching, Professor? [He has no fucking clue what he's going to do if Cyrus says, 'No.' But even so, he'll be damned before he lets his voice sound anything but casual. Off-hand. Like he's just bored, and this'll do as well as just about anything.] Figured we're overdo for another lesson.
[ first of all, asking cyrus if he wants to teach is like asking a fish if it wants to swim. there is never, ever, ever a single time in cyrus albright's life when he does not to teach, and in those moments he is not teaching, he is so often observing.
up to this point, perhaps it has lately been more of the latter. the band of travelers have been quite busy lately - the stories of each of their journeys seem to be converging, winding together into thick threads of some kind of climax. his own, of course, culminated in the betrayal of yvon, and... well, he almost died in a hole, literally, but the quick thinking of the most studious pupil he's ever had saved his day, and he finds himself closing in slowly on the truth day by day. his adventure, while startling, was not perhaps nearly so devastating as some of the others. certainly not as alfyn's was in saintsbridge. and certainly... certainly not nearly so personal as therion's, in wellspring. that, perhaps, was one of the most visceral of them all.
and unfortunately for therion, cyrus has been observing. he is very cognizant of the relationships of others (just perhaps absolutely nothing involving himself) and the whole therion and darius debacle was... noticeable. however. he knows therion is a bit like a stray cat, too, and though he is sure the young man could use the chance to talk about whatever happened there... it may have to come with time.
so perhaps that time comes here. cyrus is nose deep in a book when therion calls him; he's smarting a little from an injury or two of his own, and there's no better distraction. however, therion gets his full attention, and at the suggestion, his face lights up. ]
Why, of course! [ snap! goes the book, as he shuts it with a flourish. ] There's nothing I'd like more. Would you like to practice magic first, my intrepid young scholar? Or perhaps a bit of sleight of hand on my own end? I could rather use the chance to stretch.
[ cyrus is cyrusing. as usual. if therion is casual and bored then he is passionate and excited about the possibility, brimming with a shine to his blue eyes. ]
[Almost immediately, Therion starts to regret this, as Cyrus' focus is turned entirely on him. If only there were a way to do this while simultaneously not being perceived... But alas, he has already committed.]
Then let's go. [That doesn't answer the questions, but whatever - picking which to start with can happen once they're away from camp.] There's another clearing nearby.
[Therion turns and stalks off to the edge of camp. It seems like he isn't going to wait on Cyrus, but he does at least pause while still within sight to make sure the scholar is following him without trouble. Even if Therion wants to blow off steam, he doesn't actually want to do so at the cost of worsening any of his ... associates' health.]
[ alas it is therion's destiny to be perceived. or, at least, that's kind of a given when you travel around with cyrus, scrutinizing king and insatiable busybody. not only that, but he cares very much about his fellow travelers, so it's the combination of being both perceived and loved, which means cyrus' very intense scrutiny is used in the worst way possible, of mentoring and providing genuine care and attention to the travelers. terrible.
he's not really surprised to not get an answer, nor is he deterred. cyrus tucks his book into his voluminous coat and trots after therion, keeping an easy pace and never getting too far away. ]
Very well. [ to the clearing! and cyrus does what cyrus does best, as he observes therion's back for a moment - he talks. ] I've been doing some reading on thievery, lately. Believe it or not, there are very few tomes published on the art of larceny. [ this is said with a light laugh, clearly joking. ] And the majority of those that are tend to be fictional tales - not usually my cup of tea, but I've absorbed them nonetheless.
[ he can start with thieving - to inch gently around the topic of darius and wellspring, delicate step by delicate step. ]
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Therion keeps himself busy with camp set-up - at least, as much as he could without pulling too much on the newly-mended flesh across his ribs. But it's not enough. It doesn't take that long, and then he's left at loose ends again. None of his usual ways to pass the time are enough, and all at once, as he catches Olberic giving him another fucking thoughtful stare when he thinks the thief isn't looking, like he somehow thinks he has the right to figure anything out just because he-- Therion decides he's had enough of camp.
But going off on his own would undoubtedly prompt someone to follow him, so instead he makes the questionable decision of approaching Cyrus. Before everything had gone to hell in a hand-basket in Stonegard and Wellspring, they'd agreed on a trade. A trade of trades, as the professor had called it: Therion walked Cyrus through a few basic thief skills, and Cyrus helped Therion get a bit more consistent with his magic in turn. Simple enough. Maybe it was about time to get that going again. For all that he was a nosy bastard with a sharp eye for detail and an even sharper memory, Cyrus was also the most fucking oblivious man Therion had ever met when it came to certain things in the emotion department. Plus, he was easy enough to side track on a tangent. Therion would have to hope that would be enough.
So, up to the esteemed scholar he goes, crossing his arms.]
You up for a bit of teaching, Professor? [He has no fucking clue what he's going to do if Cyrus says, 'No.' But even so, he'll be damned before he lets his voice sound anything but casual. Off-hand. Like he's just bored, and this'll do as well as just about anything.] Figured we're overdo for another lesson.
no subject
up to this point, perhaps it has lately been more of the latter. the band of travelers have been quite busy lately - the stories of each of their journeys seem to be converging, winding together into thick threads of some kind of climax. his own, of course, culminated in the betrayal of yvon, and... well, he almost died in a hole, literally, but the quick thinking of the most studious pupil he's ever had saved his day, and he finds himself closing in slowly on the truth day by day. his adventure, while startling, was not perhaps nearly so devastating as some of the others. certainly not as alfyn's was in saintsbridge. and certainly... certainly not nearly so personal as therion's, in wellspring. that, perhaps, was one of the most visceral of them all.
and unfortunately for therion, cyrus has been observing. he is very cognizant of the relationships of others (just perhaps absolutely nothing involving himself) and the whole therion and darius debacle was... noticeable. however. he knows therion is a bit like a stray cat, too, and though he is sure the young man could use the chance to talk about whatever happened there... it may have to come with time.
so perhaps that time comes here. cyrus is nose deep in a book when therion calls him; he's smarting a little from an injury or two of his own, and there's no better distraction. however, therion gets his full attention, and at the suggestion, his face lights up. ]
Why, of course! [ snap! goes the book, as he shuts it with a flourish. ] There's nothing I'd like more. Would you like to practice magic first, my intrepid young scholar? Or perhaps a bit of sleight of hand on my own end? I could rather use the chance to stretch.
[ cyrus is cyrusing. as usual. if therion is casual and bored then he is passionate and excited about the possibility, brimming with a shine to his blue eyes. ]
no subject
Then let's go. [That doesn't answer the questions, but whatever - picking which to start with can happen once they're away from camp.] There's another clearing nearby.
[Therion turns and stalks off to the edge of camp. It seems like he isn't going to wait on Cyrus, but he does at least pause while still within sight to make sure the scholar is following him without trouble. Even if Therion wants to blow off steam, he doesn't actually want to do so at the cost of worsening any of his ... associates' health.]
crawls back to this 100 years late
he's not really surprised to not get an answer, nor is he deterred. cyrus tucks his book into his voluminous coat and trots after therion, keeping an easy pace and never getting too far away. ]
Very well. [ to the clearing! and cyrus does what cyrus does best, as he observes therion's back for a moment - he talks. ] I've been doing some reading on thievery, lately. Believe it or not, there are very few tomes published on the art of larceny. [ this is said with a light laugh, clearly joking. ] And the majority of those that are tend to be fictional tales - not usually my cup of tea, but I've absorbed them nonetheless.
[ he can start with thieving - to inch gently around the topic of darius and wellspring, delicate step by delicate step. ]