One could call it pride, and there was certainly pride in the confidence with which the Academic handled the chalk and the symbols, but what was even more plain was the sheer excitement that seemed to emanate (radiate, if one wanted to make a joke) from their gestures. There was a plain love for the subject apparent. And, yes, pride at being so good at it.
The Tailor took it in with quietly, relieved and even perhaps a little thrilled to not be belittled over the question. They repressed the smile that threatened to form, not wanting it to be taken for any kind of mockery. No, they were learning, and quite a lot too, both about the subject at hand and the individual teaching it.
(Which came back to the question from last week: If so enamored with the field, if so prepared to show off, why such hostility with the Dean? Why was this so forced? Or maybe a better question; who was doing the forcing?)
"Understood. Thank you, Emissary." Back to the symbols. On the top of the page, The symbol and its meaning, and then, chevrons. Back, and forth, never touching but in rows that were almost perfect, back and forth, like patterns, with variations to size that drew the eye with intent. The page was a little over half full when the Tailor felt the distinct warmth, and now they smiled.
(In the far back of their mind, an idea was growing, but it was still loose and unformed and out of reach. An idea about patterns.)
They took care, when each page was done, to lay them flat and separate. The pages were heavy with ink, symbols in varying size--they hadn't always gotten the hang of the thing, and in rotation some of the symbols seemed less effective--but the hand had clearly started with more precision and relaxed with practice. That would explain the nature of the final symbols they finally turned to.
They frowned. Cross-compared, and noted, without copying the symbols:
1) Person ( with verb ? ) 2) Verb ( on concept ? ) 3) Adjective 4) Adverb 5) Person ( 2 verbs ?? )
They felt as though they were missing something... The Tailor wasn't prone to asking for help, but they cast a cautious glance at the person beside them. Worse comes to worst, they could try to logic it out, maybe?
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Date: 2025-06-17 10:20 pm (UTC)The Tailor took it in with quietly, relieved and even perhaps a little thrilled to not be belittled over the question. They repressed the smile that threatened to form, not wanting it to be taken for any kind of mockery. No, they were learning, and quite a lot too, both about the subject at hand and the individual teaching it.
(Which came back to the question from last week: If so enamored with the field, if so prepared to show off, why such hostility with the Dean? Why was this so forced? Or maybe a better question; who was doing the forcing?)
"Understood. Thank you, Emissary." Back to the symbols. On the top of the page, The symbol and its meaning, and then, chevrons. Back, and forth, never touching but in rows that were almost perfect, back and forth, like patterns, with variations to size that drew the eye with intent. The page was a little over half full when the Tailor felt the distinct warmth, and now they smiled.
(In the far back of their mind, an idea was growing, but it was still loose and unformed and out of reach. An idea about patterns.)
They took care, when each page was done, to lay them flat and separate. The pages were heavy with ink, symbols in varying size--they hadn't always gotten the hang of the thing, and in rotation some of the symbols seemed less effective--but the hand had clearly started with more precision and relaxed with practice. That would explain the nature of the final symbols they finally turned to.
They frowned. Cross-compared, and noted, without copying the symbols:
1) Person ( with verb ? )
2) Verb ( on concept ? )
3) Adjective
4) Adverb
5) Person ( 2 verbs ?? )
They felt as though they were missing something... The Tailor wasn't prone to asking for help, but they cast a cautious glance at the person beside them. Worse comes to worst, they could try to logic it out, maybe?