Maven began getting mildly fidgety as the beginning of class time was approaching. Her hands clenched, thumbs twiddling, fingertips lightly tap the surface of the desk soft enough to not disturb her fellow classmates.
It is only when The Brash Devil makes a comment about leaving early if the teacher doesn't arrive that she relaxes. She snorts, swatting at his arm with a smile, "Class hasn't even started, stop being so eager to leave."
They both were silenced by the sounds of arguing outside. The voiced unnerved her, but she couldn't place why. There was something it reminded her of that she couldn't place at the moment. She waved away the thought, it was silly to think such things before even seeing the professor themself and having the chance to get to know them. Still, what was that feeling...
Door slam. Heel click. A person.
Almost immediately there was a feeling of tension in her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. The person was very beautiful, in the way a younger version of her might consider an illustration from a fantasy novel beautiful. That is to say, there was a very inhuman quality to their beauty. There was the obvious; the long pointed ears, the sharp teeth that poked out as she saw them grinding them in frustration, the claws that might have passed for accessories on the gloves but a closer look showed otherwise. She was no longer a stranger to the wonders of the Neath and briefly considered it might be some form of Shapeling Arts that altered their form. But no, this felt... different. Something more innate to the Academic's being. Beyond even just the physical appearance though, their presence screamed of a danger she knew but still couldn't place at the moment.
She was broken from her thoughts by the fungal bouquet bursting into flames. She stifled a small gasp, a gloved hand rising to cover her mouth at the large inferno.
She sat in silence after that, listening as the Academic went on to explain. She only really broke the silence to stifle a giggle at "PHALLUS-MEASURING-CONTEST" which was naturally stifled when the Academic turned to look at the students. She kept a steady gaze, refusing to avert it despite the feeling in the back of her neck and the pit of her stomach. It did not do her any good to fret and fuss at the moment, she would have time to ponder over this feeling of danger later. Until then she continued to suck on the humbug to settle her stomach.
At the Academic's wave, she nodded and opened her notebook, alternating between looking at it to take notes and glancing at the Academic as they talked.
At the assignment she took out her loose leaf paper, passing some to The Brash Devil.
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Re: Lecture
Date: 2025-06-11 03:52 am (UTC)It is only when The Brash Devil makes a comment about leaving early if the teacher doesn't arrive that she relaxes. She snorts, swatting at his arm with a smile, "Class hasn't even started, stop being so eager to leave."
They both were silenced by the sounds of arguing outside. The voiced unnerved her, but she couldn't place why. There was something it reminded her of that she couldn't place at the moment. She waved away the thought, it was silly to think such things before even seeing the professor themself and having the chance to get to know them. Still, what was that feeling...
Door slam. Heel click. A person.
Almost immediately there was a feeling of tension in her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. The person was very beautiful, in the way a younger version of her might consider an illustration from a fantasy novel beautiful. That is to say, there was a very inhuman quality to their beauty. There was the obvious; the long pointed ears, the sharp teeth that poked out as she saw them grinding them in frustration, the claws that might have passed for accessories on the gloves but a closer look showed otherwise. She was no longer a stranger to the wonders of the Neath and briefly considered it might be some form of Shapeling Arts that altered their form. But no, this felt... different. Something more innate to the Academic's being. Beyond even just the physical appearance though, their presence screamed of a danger she knew but still couldn't place at the moment.
She was broken from her thoughts by the fungal bouquet bursting into flames. She stifled a small gasp, a gloved hand rising to cover her mouth at the large inferno.
She sat in silence after that, listening as the Academic went on to explain. She only really broke the silence to stifle a giggle at "PHALLUS-MEASURING-CONTEST" which was naturally stifled when the Academic turned to look at the students. She kept a steady gaze, refusing to avert it despite the feeling in the back of her neck and the pit of her stomach. It did not do her any good to fret and fuss at the moment, she would have time to ponder over this feeling of danger later. Until then she continued to suck on the humbug to settle her stomach.
At the Academic's wave, she nodded and opened her notebook, alternating between looking at it to take notes and glancing at the Academic as they talked.
At the assignment she took out her loose leaf paper, passing some to The Brash Devil.