10-26-2016, 05:46 PM
"Oh the Ymildazie is a darling. Fond of conversation across the board. A touch lonely at times being as isolated as she is, but wonderfully wise-"
Arturo turns from his yard chair to glance behind him, regarding the vast and towering 'evergreen' behind them for a moment.
"-No, it's what lives in her branches that would probably have matched your description, Young Boy. He is grouchy and somewhat bigoted." Arturo's moustache wiggles on his face, the brim of his sunburst yellow hat pulled down slightly to obscure his brow, though his eyes remain clear and crystal on the pair of students before him.
There are already two juice boxes missing from the six-pack, Arturo having gobbled through them without fail.
"...Those were pretty words, by the way but I could have gotten far better from a Tennyson or Whitman book. Description and flowery sentences, wrapped around metaphors are only that and the subject matter of Charlatans and Houdini-wish-to-bes. Do better next time. As for you-" And those eyes flick imperceptibly toward Margot, a ruffled frown on his features.
"For such a self-proclaimed 'Witch' you certainly have some very specific 'That isn't allowed' habits that need to be nipped. Quickly. There is no excuse for 'if I can't sense it, it isn't possible'. That's the sort of behaviour that leads down roads of prejudice and marginalization. Think what might happen if you said something like that to a child, with all of their brilliance, imagination and yet limited experience? They might go out into the world and never discovery anything except what others told them was fact."
There is a brief hardness that creeps into his tone, punctuated by a low hum of baritone.
"Verbal proof is convincing others who can't access what you have available to you. Journalists, Scientists and Inventors do it all the time. You need to start too. Do better." One can almost see Arturo scribbling an 'F' somewhere on Margot's first spiritual report card.
* * * *
"Better answers."
Spoken of Question 2. Arturo doesn't give much more indication than that.
"Up is indeed not subject to a single answer, but similar more toward the vocation, occupation, belief structure and designs of the individual travelling. The spirit realm is as much a 'response' as it is a location. Mapping it, is having a conversation as much as it is tracing familiar footsteps. Rising up, yes you can discover the planetary bodies and their somewhat, terrifying personalities as well as Umbrood and a sense of a 'Higher' plane of existence, though that Height is vastly different depending on who walks it or talks about it."
"Bravo, children. For now-"
A juice box goes sailing in each of their directions, to be caught or land amid the garden patches, depending on their dexterous abilities.
* * * *
"Ahhh, yes. It would stand to reason two college levels such as yourself might wander toward a Drink of some sort-" Arturo's brow is scrubbed at, a helpless chuckle escaping him that is tinged with a bit of sadness.
"-A Summerland special, is a recipe devised by the Fair Folk, where-in a drop of their highly alien blood is added to a mundane mixture and delivered with seeming courtesy or parlay. Part of the appeal is in how it can enchant and glamour an individual, often times exposing them to further effects, many of which are designed to capture, incapacitate and eventually enslave if the victim is lucky. Many are the stories of young things going missing because they took a drink from the wrong fellow or maiden and ended up the bootlick of some fairy tale monstrosity. Immortal servitude..."
His tone suggests an edge. Something unpleasant beneath it all, though there is no elaboration and no sense that he wishes to at all. Arturo's hands fold over his lap and he continues to lounge in the chair, rising only as the two Kids move onto the next plot. The sky has opened a bit more and the rain patters down not in dollops and drops, but in sheets of mist that pepper the skin. Sweat, dirt and rain water will make whatever they are wearing sodden before long.
"William..."
Arturo's eyes travel toward the young man, dirt slicked and growing moreso by the minute.
"Tell me what you know of Decay. Why it is important and why it is the enemy."
* * * * *
"Margot..."
The young Witch is regarded, evenly, perhaps a bit suspiciously.
"Tell me what Creation is and why it must be contained at all costs."
Arturo turns from his yard chair to glance behind him, regarding the vast and towering 'evergreen' behind them for a moment.
"-No, it's what lives in her branches that would probably have matched your description, Young Boy. He is grouchy and somewhat bigoted." Arturo's moustache wiggles on his face, the brim of his sunburst yellow hat pulled down slightly to obscure his brow, though his eyes remain clear and crystal on the pair of students before him.
There are already two juice boxes missing from the six-pack, Arturo having gobbled through them without fail.
"...Those were pretty words, by the way but I could have gotten far better from a Tennyson or Whitman book. Description and flowery sentences, wrapped around metaphors are only that and the subject matter of Charlatans and Houdini-wish-to-bes. Do better next time. As for you-" And those eyes flick imperceptibly toward Margot, a ruffled frown on his features.
"For such a self-proclaimed 'Witch' you certainly have some very specific 'That isn't allowed' habits that need to be nipped. Quickly. There is no excuse for 'if I can't sense it, it isn't possible'. That's the sort of behaviour that leads down roads of prejudice and marginalization. Think what might happen if you said something like that to a child, with all of their brilliance, imagination and yet limited experience? They might go out into the world and never discovery anything except what others told them was fact."
There is a brief hardness that creeps into his tone, punctuated by a low hum of baritone.
"Verbal proof is convincing others who can't access what you have available to you. Journalists, Scientists and Inventors do it all the time. You need to start too. Do better." One can almost see Arturo scribbling an 'F' somewhere on Margot's first spiritual report card.
* * * *
"Better answers."
Spoken of Question 2. Arturo doesn't give much more indication than that.
"Up is indeed not subject to a single answer, but similar more toward the vocation, occupation, belief structure and designs of the individual travelling. The spirit realm is as much a 'response' as it is a location. Mapping it, is having a conversation as much as it is tracing familiar footsteps. Rising up, yes you can discover the planetary bodies and their somewhat, terrifying personalities as well as Umbrood and a sense of a 'Higher' plane of existence, though that Height is vastly different depending on who walks it or talks about it."
"Bravo, children. For now-"
A juice box goes sailing in each of their directions, to be caught or land amid the garden patches, depending on their dexterous abilities.
* * * *
"Ahhh, yes. It would stand to reason two college levels such as yourself might wander toward a Drink of some sort-" Arturo's brow is scrubbed at, a helpless chuckle escaping him that is tinged with a bit of sadness.
"-A Summerland special, is a recipe devised by the Fair Folk, where-in a drop of their highly alien blood is added to a mundane mixture and delivered with seeming courtesy or parlay. Part of the appeal is in how it can enchant and glamour an individual, often times exposing them to further effects, many of which are designed to capture, incapacitate and eventually enslave if the victim is lucky. Many are the stories of young things going missing because they took a drink from the wrong fellow or maiden and ended up the bootlick of some fairy tale monstrosity. Immortal servitude..."
His tone suggests an edge. Something unpleasant beneath it all, though there is no elaboration and no sense that he wishes to at all. Arturo's hands fold over his lap and he continues to lounge in the chair, rising only as the two Kids move onto the next plot. The sky has opened a bit more and the rain patters down not in dollops and drops, but in sheets of mist that pepper the skin. Sweat, dirt and rain water will make whatever they are wearing sodden before long.
"William..."
Arturo's eyes travel toward the young man, dirt slicked and growing moreso by the minute.
"Tell me what you know of Decay. Why it is important and why it is the enemy."
* * * * *
"Margot..."
The young Witch is regarded, evenly, perhaps a bit suspiciously.
"Tell me what Creation is and why it must be contained at all costs."