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Date Fee: Extra credit on the final exam Customer Comments: “I asked him what he was studying, and he just started crying.”

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Grades are in...

Fa’How-Ma did... well??? In illusion 302?

But there is a... frowning face? With tears? A [ :.( ] Next to his grade?

Then perhaps he did not kill his professor!

tar-rei‌:

What do you mean, Fa'How-Ma?

A very angry altmeri general shook him down. Fa’How-Ma told him what he wanted to know. That our illusion instructor is a daedra. This upset the mer.

This one has signed his professor’s death warrant...

aurielswaywardson‌:

“Yes.” Manarion found himself very confused. He could feel the scars across his torso from the Oblivion Crisis almost fucking prickling, but Talasse was… Not like the Daedra that had nearly killed him. He could not be. Bewildered, the General shook his head and walked away without a word, leaving a confused Firiel in his wake.

“Well… That ended well.”

Fa’How-Ma stared guiltily at his hands. He felt as though he’d betrayed some sort of trust but...

“It’s in the syllabus.”

Everyone in his classes knew.

aurielswaywardson‌:

“Your teacher is a Daedra and you are worried about grades?” What in Oblivion?

He kept nodding.

“Have you met him? This one does not think he would hurt us even if he were unbound. Except through grades... those hurt.”

aurielswaywardson‌:

Manarion sighed while Firiel stared, wide-eyed at the sobbing Cathay-Raht. “Please, Fa’How-Ma. I am not angry, but just be honest with me. You said Talasse was a Daedra. Is that true?”

He nodded vigorously.

“Don’t-- wait until grades are in.”

aurielswaywardson‌:

“If you do not stop lying to me…” Manarion growled, voice not so much threatening as very much paternal. Almost like an angry father being lied to by his child. “The next words out of your mouth better be the truth or I am grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and washing your mouth out with soap.” Manarion detested being lied to.

Have you ever seen a grown Cathay-Raht cry? At Manarion’s tone, at his threat, he began to sob.

“This one does not know what you want! He has not lied to you!”

aurielswaywardson‌:

“Whatever it is you are not telling me. You better start telling me.”

“This one has not said many things. For example, leafy greens give him stomach upset worthy of a ballad. He once caught the Telvanni visitor napping in the library. He also once ruined a text a professor lent him, and the professor didn’t even yell. What do you want to know?”

He kept “smiling” but his tail no longer twitched.

aurielswaywardson‌:

Manarion’s eyes narrowed and his smile faded. “Dying does indeed tend to piss one off.” He rumbled in a low voice, watching the Khajiit’s reaction intently.

Fa’How-Ma didn’t respond. He simply kept “smiling” and... maybe tried to wag his tail. A perfectly normal khajiiti response. He wasn’t hiding anything.

aurielswaywardson‌:

“Then he is a sore loser.” Manarion snorted. Beside him, Firiel brought a hand up to his face and sighed silently, clearly not hearing this for the first time. “How in Oblivion did you leave him behind on a field trip?” The Thalmor General asked.

Fa’How-Ma swallowed thickly and tried to smile at the general.

“This one did not abandon his professor. But he heard the others left him when his back was turned. By the time he realized it, it was too late. Another student found him. He gets even bitchier when he’s dying, by the way. Or so this one hears.”

aurielswaywardson‌:

As Fa’How-Ma talked, Manarion’s expression remained rather neutral, only becoming a little concerned near the tail end of the Khajiit’s rant. After a moment, he gave a small smile, golden eyes glimmering with amusement.

“Want me to kick his ass? I used to be a Daedra hunter so it could be ironic.”

“No! No. The last time you two fought, we had a pop quiz... This one does not like it when Professor Talasse is in a foul mood. The entire class suffers for it. There was the time when some students left him behind on a field trip... and he almost died.... we had a pop quiz the next day. Some one knocked over his little decorative cairn in the back of the room... the mid chapter quiz was straight from the deadlands... On the contrary, when his Telvanni friend arrived, the homeworks were easier.”

He snickered.

“This one knows when the professor has had a good evening because this one’s grades improve.”

aurielswaywardson‌:

“I was abandoned when I was a child. A pair of Dunmer who had not been able to have children of their own took me in.” Manarion frowned and tilted his head, silver brows furrowing. “Hrm. That does sound like a very daedric form of cruelty.”

“Oh...” Fa’How-Ma let out another small and nervous laugh. “You think that is bad? This one regularly fails his tests. The bell saves this one’s grade. A forty percent suddenly becomes a seventy. And this one studies harder than any other student! This one should be doing better! But he cannot remember the material for papers. This one can do more practical things than the others, but the papers! The written scrolls! This one would think an archivist would be better at-- Excuse me. Fa’How-Ma did not mean to rant.”

aurielswaywardson‌:

“Their souls are gone, only the body remains. Of course, Dunmer like to make sure their descendants do not do anything fucking stupid. My parents told me quite explicitly that my grandmother thought I should eat as much ash-yam stew as I wanted. I was a growing boy.” Manarion sounded a little wistful, a small smile crossing his face. “However, calling your professor a Daedra is a little much. I have met the mer, he is a bastard, but not quite that bastardly.”

“Ash yam stew? This one did not expect a mer of such high rank to have been an outlander to the isles.” Fa’How-Ma’s bright eyes quickly shifted. He looked to the side and gave a nervous laugh. “You say such a thing but he grades on the bell curve.”

colleggtorofcogs‌:

Revus smiled brightly at the Khajiit, even as the other gave him a snarl; the old Dunmer would take it as a smile, whether that is what the boy was going for or not. “Oh, certainly,” he said gently. “I have no doubt that you will be a great mage.”

The elderly mage laid a gentle hand on the Fa’How-ma’s shoulder, a laugh not voiced but apparent in his eyes. “I’m sure he has gotten better, but I will talk to him about it. He likely simply doesn’t know how you’re struggling. You already are good enough. Your grades don’t make you who you are, nor do your accomplishments here. Take it from someone who learned that lesson far too late.”

Fa’How-Ma began to sniffle. His tears were not first noticeable in his eyes but rather in his nose. He placed a hand over the bridge of his nose to hide his face, but at the touch on his shoulder he wailed and tucked himself onto Revus.

colleggtorofcogs‌:

“I used to be considered a terrible student. I was apprenticed to several masters within House Telvanni, all of whom deemed me a lost cause. I was clumsy, and not always careful with my experiments. Even Barilzar, who was remarkably patient for a Telvanni wizard, became wary of me, even though he never voiced his concerns directly to me.” He ran a thumb over the Tribunal amulet kept in the pocket of his robes and sighed.

“Why Gnisis?” he repeated the question with a laugh. “I suppose it was because it was far enough away from the other Telvanni. I was a bit of a disaster in my youth. I still am, but nowdays I am far better at hiding it,” he said with a wink. “I wanted a town near plenty of Dwemer ruins as well as space for me to study eggs and whatever came out of them. I established a hatchery on the northern side of town, just a few miles from an old Dwarven fortress. It was there that I met Talasse; he taught me much about the world beyond Morrowind and in turn, I taught him… something. He can learn from almost anyone.”

He smiled at Fa’How-Ma. “You are a far better student than I could have ever hoped to be; you have a gift for magic, but more importantly, you want to learn. I’ve never seen a student fail when they wanted to learn.”

“Well... perhaps if you were such a terrible student, there is hope, yes?” He tried to smile like the men and mer did but... he simply raised his lips to his gums. He quickly grew self conscious and dropped them.

“This one suspects you taught him how to be less-- Ahem.” He awkwardly scratched his neck and turned his head as if the itch required him to break whatever semblance of eye contact he had. “Fa’How-Ma does not like to be considered better... He simply wishes to be good enough.”

colleggtorofcogs‌:

Revus sighed as he thought back to his own training so many centuries ago. “Ah, yes,” he said. “I suppose that would make her want you to succeed, but perhaps you’re being a bit too hard on yourself.” He watched Fa’How-ma for a moment as the young student looked away. “You’re young yet, and you’re a good student. Talasse is not very good at communicating his thoughts at times, but he does like you. You’re achieving much more in his class than a simple grade.” He bowed his head for a moment, then looked back to the Khajiit. “I believe your mother will be more forgiving than you think she will be, and if she is not, then… cross that bridge if you come to it.”

He leaned back in his seat and closed his book. “My students, when I took on apprentices, called me ‘Master Demnevanni’,” he said, rubbing his chin, “but I’ve long since retired. You may simply call me ‘Revus’.”

“As for what I did,” he said with a chuckle, “I was an apprentice of the wizard Barilzar– at least, I was until he had enough of me ruining his experiments. I moved to Gnisis, on the northern shore of Vvardenfell. I thought I was quarentining myself from the other Telvanni, but it turned out to be one of the best decisions I made in my life.” He shook his head and opened his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sure that isn’t as helpful as you would like.”

Fa’How-Ma made no comment on Talasse’s supposed liking him. Perhaps his professor did, but he did not feel it as such, and now was not the time to argue it, especially with the mer he’d come to for advice.

“What could have been so devastating as to warrant being exiled, Revus-Jo?” He cocked his head hoping for the tale. “And why Gnisis?”

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