knowledge is power

#title: (uninvited dinner guest)#ch: (veronika hauntley)#(red shadow)

@hauntingly-veronika

The elf did not flinch when the creature showed their evolutionary equipped weapons. He did not anticipate that they would detach themself from the human in favor of attacking. Otherwise, they would have already done so, as soon as he had made his presence known and his location within the dark obvious.

Instead, he filed the sight of them away within his mind.

The question posed was a very good one. There were a great deal of answers to it. There were many things that he wanted.

Given the context, Daehínen doubted that she was referring to anything but the situation at hand. It would be irrational to think she was inquiring after his personal desires or requirements.

"For you to let the human go," he replied, plain and simple. And then he moved, quick and efficient despite the turbulent ground of the woods, until he was stood over the pair.

It was not smart for someone with his magic to touch anyone, especially without the consent of the other party and who was a threat. He acknowledged this. He did it anyway, having full faith in his mental shields to keep everything out.

Daehínen had not anticipated how visceral and powerful the creature's present emotions were– their mind was chaos at present. (Most beings' minds were in comparison to his.) It was as if his own had brushed against a live wire. But he took hold of the creature's wrist. He did not pull it or do anything but make his own strength known. (His mind continued to keep up the walls that protected it from the deluge of surface thoughts and emotions emanating from the other.)

"You will kill him...but you do not want to," he concluded. "His death is avoidable."

They! (Joy) Want! (s) You! || Light Shadows

@shadowofwynter

Joy kind of felt bad actually, because he seemed to be doing most of the heavy lifting. Not that she wasn't trying her best! It's just that elves apparently possessed super-human strength, or at least this one did.

She had a lot of questions about that now, but knew there was a time and a place.

"All right, coming up on the first landing," she said, though he probably could tell. She made to pivot, and after a brief trial and error, got the right angle.

#title: (they! [joy] want[s] you!)#ch: (joy mohanty)#(light shadows)#(day)

@joy-mohanty

Yes, since Daehínen could see behind her he was aware of where they were on the staircase– but he did not see her statement as obvious or unnecessary. He appreciated that she was finally speaking plainly and the truth rather than in her odd riddles.

He followed her movement, as she was the guide with the front of the furniture piece. He did have to lift the weight higher to get it over the railing to make the turn radius she had found to work, but did so without complaint.

"If you should need a break due to fatigue, mentally or physically, you have only to say so," he told her. "I will do the same, though I do not think I should encounter either."

Uninvited Dinner Guest || Red Shadow

hauntingly-veronika

It was another case where Veronika had not intended to latch onto a human like this. She had no intentions whatsoever, but as she had been exploring the forest, the scent of the human had come closer and closer. And as she had been already mildly hungry enough to want to be hunting in the woods... this proved to distract her from her initial ambitions of finding a decent sized deer.

As she twisted around, she noticed that it was a rather muscular looking man jogging in between the trees. His scent was...powerful. And she could hear his steady heartbeat. Before she knew it she had zipped over and blocked his way and disrupted his movement. "Ich bin... er I am sorry, but you are too tempting," Veronika declared, and before the other could try to properly defend himself she was on him.

Not that he could physically combat her strength easily. She tilted his head and bit down hard, ignoring the pained cry and letting herself start drinking. She was only focused on the human she had found and the delicious taste of his blood. At least until... until she suddenly heard some movement in the woods.

She flinched, gripping onto her human tighter but jerking her head up to try to get a sense of who or what was out there. "Who's there?"

@shadowofwynter

#title: (uninvited dinner guest)#ch: (veronika hauntley)#(red shadow)

@hauntingly-veronika

It would have been quite simple to walk away.

The act of walking had become a habitual action, his brain having needed less and less conscious effort being put toward it. All the necessary parts for it were still in their proper places, muscles and bone and sinew all working in tandem to perform should the proper channels be addressed. A miracle in the making, yes, but in the grand scheme of all that was a simple one.

Logically, it made sense to leave. Self preservation. A lack of personal investment. The food chain– the snake consumed rat. The wolf ate the lamb. The lion hunted and feasted upon the buffalo. And yet man had worked to become the one who killed the lion. This creature had made of man would they had the livestock in their pastures.

It was not sensible to get involved. There was still much to be done.

Yet, Daehínen remained. Later, he cite his reasoning for wanting to obtain information on the mortal predator. But if that were true, he would have simply observed.

Instead, he approached. With careful footing he stepped within the shadows until he was another dark figure cast among the figures of vegetation.

"I am," he replied to the question, flat and factual.

They! (Joy) Want! (s) You! || Light Shadows

@shadowofwynter

Joy was going to point out to her elf friend that repaying him for moving furniture in human terms meant paying him in beer and pizza, but she quickly decided against it. Human customs seemed to confound him.

At how light her end seemed, because of how much he could lift with such ease, Joy's jaw dropped.

"Wow, you must work out too!" She began to walk backwards for the stairwell, kicking the door open with the bottom of her foot. "Mmkay, it's just like that episode of friends, when I get to the next flight of stairs-- pivot!"

They totally can do this!

#title: (they! [joy] want[s] you!)#ch: (joy mohanty)#(light shadows)#(day)

@joy-mohanty

"I do not," Daehínen informed her. He was familiar with this term, having heard it since living here and having it explained to him. This was not due to any sort of physical training, though he would no doubt benefit from such things.

The rest of what she said was lost on him. He did not know what episodes of friends referred to but did not ask for clarification– unusual for someone who was always interested in new information.

He followed her pace, not wanting to cause her harm by going to fast or causing fatigue too soon.

Uninvited Dinner Guest || Red Shadow

#title: (uninvited dinner guest)#ch: (veronika hauntley)#(red shadow)#cause like blood be red....idk lmao #unfort trying to name smash went crazy

@hauntingly-veronika

As helpful as the cloudy overcast of this climate was to Daehínen, it only offered so much relief. Light was like an extra layer of weight upon his person, the longer it bore down upon him the heavier it became to carry over time. Retreating to the dimness of his quarters and mediation afforded him relief– but it was the darkness of the night that allowed him to regain much of the strength that would be lost in those daylight hours.

It may have been better for him to remain indoors during these periods, it much darker within the walls of his room, but exercise was also a physical requirement. He also had no desire to squander precious time better spent on his mission than sitting, doing nothing. Daehínen had taken to walking the town and greater woods during this time. Since humans were mainly dormant at night, he found the quiet equally as comforting rather than disconcerting.

In Wynter, there was never the promise of the sun or brighter light to scare off those that dwelled in the darkness. In truth, the elves that found their home in that part of Arcadia were the creatures that many feared to find in the shadows. And he more than any of them.

This was perhaps why, when he heard the disturbing sounds of consumption, he did not think twice when moving to get closer. Morbid curiosity compelled him, the desire to see what the Mortal Realm may have to contend with the creatures of home. Only the scene in which he found had no strange beings of shape or size. It was merely two humans– or rather, something that appeared human.

They! (Joy) Want! (s) You! || Light Shadows

@shadowofwynter

Joy saluted him.

"Whatever you say, genius," and this was not the least bit sarcastic, though she wondered if he'd even pick up on it if she were being sarcastic. "So I'll walk backwards then, no problem!"

She prepared to lift her half of the couch and head for the stairwell.

"I really appreciate your help, I'll definitely make the inconvenience up to you."

#title: (they! [joy] want[s] you!)#ch: (joy mohanty)#(light shadows)#(day)

@joy-mohanty

Daehínen was once again confused as to her use of words, since he thought she was saying genus. To his understanding, that was a hierarchy ranking of biological classification's eight major taxonomic ranks. It must have been some sort of colloquialism he had not heard until then– something that happened quite often.

"There is no need. I have no furniture that needs to be relocated nor do I have any intention of acquiring any in the future," he told her. With all the grace his mother's genetics had given him, Daehínen picked up his half of the couch as easily as one might an empty cardboard box.

Networking || Shadow Princes

Kovu chuckled at the correction. After all, it was true enough. No point in correcting Dae.

"It's a big company, they take on lots of interns every year. We'll probably have three or four just in the legal department this summer. That's what everyone is preparing for. Seriously, mate, it's not a big deal. You can explain your--education in your cover letter. InterPride is super Magick-friendly so I'm sure they'll understand.

And if you leave, just quit and they'll hire someone else. C'mon! It'll be fun. Working together." The hand that was still on Dae's shoulder shook him gently back and forth, cajoling him.

As much as Kovu did believe what he was saying--that it would be fun. He also couldn't help but think of how it would look: helping get a hapless Magick hired and able to take care of themselves...it would be good publicity. Get him noticed at InterPride...

@shadowofwynter

#title: (networking)#ch: (kovu morake)#(shadow princes)

@whereforeart-thou-kovu

Daehínen's person rocked faintly with the motion of Kovus' hand. It was a good thing that his clothes were thick so that there was no possibility of any transference occurring between them for the touch telepath to pick up on any of the human's surface thoughts or emotions. Not because he would have been offended (he would not have) but simply because it would have no doubt been uncomfortable.

Such a simple touch wouldn't have been the product of anything significant, their minds would have touched as Kovus' palm to Daehínen's shoulder– but it was a jarring sensation for anyone who had not experienced it before. Intimate to those that lived with the understanding that their mind a private place from all.

After considering Kovus' reasons to pursue the position, aside from that it might be fun, as this was of no great concern of his (though some part of his inner psyche did thrill at the notion, only to be snuffed out a moment later), he came to a conclusion.

"If you are certain, then I will apply. It is always better to have the option than none at all," he said. "If I do not get the position, I shall not hold you responsible for it in any capacity."

A beat.

Daehínen turned, looking up at the human. His gaze, while as intense as it always was, held a lighter weight to it. "Thank you. Your aid will be remembered."

They! (Joy) Want! (s) You! || Light Shadows

@shadowofwynter

Joy literally had this thought fifteen seconds ago, but once again, she was very intrigued by his manner of speaking. It was fascinating. Confusing sometimes! But at least she could gather that he was agreeing to help her, so! Yay!

"Okay, good news is I definitely think it will fit in the stairwell. Bad news, I live on the fifth floor. So would you rather be the one walking up the stairs backwards, or facing forward?"

#title: (they! [joy] want[s] you!)#ch: (joy mohanty)#(light shadows)#(day)

@joy-mohanty

Likewise, Daehínen found her manner of speaking to be strange. It took him several seconds to try understanding what it was she meant by good news versus bad news when all she was stating were facts. They were both truth, were they not? Why did they sit on opposite ends of the news spectrum for her? And why were they considered news at all when these facts could not have been unknown to her, especially the latter.

He could not dwell on any of this– she had asked a question. He was obliged to answer.

"I have no personal preference," he said. "However, whoever takes the lower position will bear more weight, while the person in the higher position will have a more cumbersome angle at which they will be holding the furniture. I am unaware of your strength, but given your stature being significantly shorter than my own, I would suggest you be the one in the front for optimal success."

A beat.

"Unless that is not your preference. It will not be as efficient, but it will get it done."

Networking || Shadow Princes

It took Kovu a second to figure out what Daehínen was saying. He was sharp--and had a big vocabulary--thanks to his private (or public to the UK people but that whole thing is so confusing, lol) schooling and Oxford education. It was still no match for elven logic.

"I mean...if you attended school in your...realm--" still an odd concept that Kovu tended to mostly just ignore and not want to confront too deeply "--then you can put that down. Explain it in the interview. Besides, what I'm talking about--you wouldn't actually be practicing law or medicine. Mostly, people would just come to you with questions they're researching and you'll help find sources, yeah?

So, like--if I had a case about a werewolf, I'd ask you to help me look for other cases that are about werewolves. It's just an internship, so it is for people who are starting out in their careers anyway."

Kovu clapped Dae bracingly on the shoulder. "Besides, you know me. Nepotism is the name of the game." He smiled sunnily.

@shadowofwynter

#title: (networking)#ch: (kovu morake)#(shadow princes)

@whereforeart-thou-kovu

Daehínen doubted that the humans would accept his version of school, as it had not been an institution as they had here. His education hardly resembled that of the human's and, from what he had read about them, humans hardly accepted fellow human's alternative forms when comparing it to that of the conventional ways. What evidence did he have to think they would take his? And on his word alone? It was not as if he could provide them with the paperwork– that was all back home, and in a language they would not understand.

The job sounded pleasant. Ideal for someone like him. It seemed like it would provide him access to a wealth of knowledge and being able to give it to others who were seeking it– yes. He thought he would be able to accomplish such tasks as this with great efficiency.

Only, Kovus words of encouragement did the opposite.

"We are not related. This would be considered cronyism," he corrected. "I do not wish take away an opportunity of someone who will actually follow this career path. I will not be remaining here for a substantial amount of time."

silvertongued-mountain-lord

Two Roads Converged In A Green Wood || Sorrae

He wasn't surprised when the conversation immediately turned to the matter of costs; it told him quite directly that the stranger wasn't of the same design as the elves there in town. While they were civil at a distance and far more integrated into the fabric of that realm enough to where he had run into no real formal exchanges that situation was instantly different.

Perhaps the elf was a newcomer, which in itself was puzzling knowing how unwilling most were to venture into the supposed tainted lands of mortals, or older to the point of tradition still being something they held close and ironclad. He had no way of guessing when the Seelie were just as deceptive in their age by appearance as his own race;

It wasn't fear in the other's tone though; Sorrel had a strong sense for the scent that went along with that and an instinct to recognize it. The stranger was cautious but not afraid outright and that might have been the only chance he had in approaching a conversation; simply being High Fey marked him as royalty and reason enough to expect some sort of trickery from him.

He was going to have to make that approach palatable enough to feel less like a demand.

"I'm not asking for anything, in truth I only wander these woods to calm my own thoughts," he remained still, knowing his own wariness should have been enough to recoil but it was always his stubborn curiosity that won out, "neither of us have any claim in this realm; you've as much freedom to speak here as I have."

But would he make use of that?

Sorrel was aware that it was a situation where he should have gone to Ren immediately, not just as his elder sibling but as his Prince, to inform them of the potential danger. That was part of his role within the Court. But it wasn't Elfhame and Ren was not a ruler there; and maybe even more than all of those reasons Sorrel didn't want to go running off to find his sibling like he needed them to shelter him from potential danger when he could handle himself just fine. And, honestly, likely with a less aggressive stance than Ren would have taken against one of the Onyx Court.

@shadowofwynter

#title: (two roads converged in a green wood)#ch: (sorrel dubhuir)#(sorrae)

@silvertongued-mountain-lord

Daehínen did not appreciate this answer. While it served its purpose, it did not directly give him what information he had been seeking, leaving him with much to interpret. His Court did not enjoy such word games. They did not waste the time nor the energy on making communication hard to understand. Often their direct and curt conversations were interpreted as unkind or rude. This was because most did not have the patience (nor the tolerance for the harsh temperatures of their lands) to stay long enough to engage in conversations that were not mere transactions. Wynter was efficient but not everything in their Court was cold.

It was because of their desire for communication to match the situation it was being used for that they did not stray from the topic at hand. They were only ever caught in awkward small talk when in the presence of other Courts. Misunderstandings were hardly ever a problem and if it was, it could be corrected swiftly.

It was always so bothersome to speak to those outside of these social habits. They could not speak so plain in the company of others. Of those who they did not trust.

"You are correct in regards to the territory in which we stand. One may also interpret your reminder of the freedoms here as an invitation for malice," Daehínen reported. "I have no wish to insight any friction between our respective Courts."

Though the Onyx Court would not care that he had been hurt (or killed) they would take offense at who had done it. Especially after the assault on the heart of the land, on the murder of one of their own. It would be what they had feared already, another showcase of possible weakness. They would have to reply to prove otherwise.

"Nor to you, the individual," he continued. "You...expressed that we may speak. That does not imply an exchange of words between us, merely that we might talk but not listen or reply to what has been said."

Networking || Shadow Princes

"Oh, cool," Kovu said and he did really mean that.

Kovu liked that kind of stuff too. Research and cataloguing. Sometimes, he had wondered about being a librarian...but being a librarian didn't exactly help the family's plan. And Kovu knew his mother would never allow it. Even him, who got nearly everything he wanted, still knew when the line would be drawn.

It was fair enough. Kovu knew how important this mission was to his mother. How much the Lyons had taken from her. From them.

He pushed the thought away. It wasn't gonna help his roommate get a job somewhere...unless.

"Well--there is the archival department at InterPride," he said. "They help research for different magical law cases and grants...that kinda thing. They have internships this summer too so! You could totally do that. Maybe. I mean, I don't wanna guarantee it, but I could definitely help you put together an application."

@shadowofwynter

#title: (networking)#ch: (kovu morake)#(shadow princes)

@whereforeart-thou-kovu

At first Daehínen thought to agree with Kovus and tell him that yes, it was quite cold in the archives where he worked. Only he stopped himself as he reassessed, wondering why that was what was being remarked upon and came to the conclusion that cool was being used in that strange colloquialism that he still had not grasped a full understanding of.

While processing this, Kovus continued speaking, so the reply was a pointless endeavor anyway.

He listened with attentive interest to what was being said. It did not seem like a very promising prospect, though, given the description. Daehínen had read the current mortal laws in this country, as there had been a very detailed recount of them in the library, but...

"It is my understanding that humans require certain educational merits in order to consider those they wish to employ. This seems especially true for law and medical fields," he said, thinking of the application sitting in front of him with all the education history boxes that were blank. "As I did not attend school in this realm...do you believe that such a position would be offered to someone without it?"

Networking || Shadow Princes

Kovu, supposed, he should probably have a vested interest in whether or not his roommate got a job. It wasn't like Kovu couldn't afford this place on his own, because he definitely could...but he was keeping up appearances. And it was only fair that they both pay for the flat.

He figured Daehínen wasn't very interested in Kovu's charity either. He just seemed the proud type. Kovu could respect that.

"It's fine, mate. I don't mind. I dunno how much advise I really have. I mean--this is my first big boy job as they say," Kovu joked as he cracked his Sprite open. Then, he remembered who he was talking to. "My first adult job. Like--out of uni and such. Anyway, InterPride is pretty great, but it was kinda where I always wanted to work. My mum works there and my siblings so...yeah. Just kinda fell into my lap."

Ha, ha. If only Dae knew how true that was.

"What kind of work are you interested in doing? Do you have any ideas?" He stretched over the counter, leaning on his elbows and crossing one foot over the other.

@shadowofwynter

#title: (networking)#ch: (kovu morake)#(shadow princes)

@whereforeart-thou-kovu

Kovus' explanation of his own experience, as seemingly little as it was, was a helpful insight. From what Daehínen had learned of humans, they did not often remain in one job for the duration of their life. They also had the strange custom of putting labels upon jobs, as his roommate had referred to his own as a big boy's. They saw some as being lesser than other, some as more respectable. It affected the monetary reward they were given for their labor.

It made no sense to him. Were not all jobs worthy of those who fulfilled their roles? Did they not fulfill a service that someone was in need of? Did they not all contribute to the continuation of the society?

"Interest," he repeated. The concept was also strange to him. It was not a thought he had been afforded in Wynter. The Council of Elders chose the roles that the members of the Onyx Court would undertake. They did take into account an individuals character and their abilities, but...interests?

"I was given the job of a copier in my Court," Daehínen said, as this was the closest thing to an accurate answer that he could think to give. "I read and analyzed the works of another Court on a particular subject. I kept the records for our archives."

They! (Joy) Want! (s) You! || Light Shadows

@shadowofwynter

Of Swynlake Primary? Oi, did all elves speak like that? She wouldn't know, she'd only ever met this one. But that was a very apt description so she couldn't complain.

"Are you busy? And if the answer is no, I have a huge favor to ask you. I need help getting this couch upstairs to my apartment. Would you be free and willing to help me maneuver it upstairs?"

Joy playfully flexed. "I work out, I'm stronger than I look! But this is a team job."

#title: (they! [joy] want[s] you!)#ch: (joy mohanty)#(light shadows)#(day)

@joy-mohanty

It was unfortunate, but the answer was indeed no. He had finished his task, the dead end it had brought him to had been far and the trek back to this town tiresome. None of this mattered in his answer, as she had not asked after those details. What did was her use of the term willing.

"I am not busy at present," he replied, paying no mind to her physical display as visuals often did not reflect actual ability. "Nor am I prompt to act. But I will help you relocate your piece of furniture."

After assessing the situation, it seemed wise to do so.

"How would you like to proceed?"

silvertongued-mountain-lord

Two Roads Converged In A Green Wood || Sorrae

Sorrel couldn't escape his own thoughts, and perhaps not the dreams either. His head was still spinning with thoughts of dragons and singing trees and, what weighed the heaviest on him in the weeks that had followed that dream; obligations.

While he couldn't disappear into the wild places in the company of the gryphons or Sparrowfoxes, didn't have the pleasant distraction of the frogfish's evening songs or the haunting calls of the swooping cavebats to entertain him he could at least roam Enchantra and convince himself it was something that reminded him of home. Even though it didn't, not truly, and he was hesitant to voice it and let it feel too real by saying so he didn't miss home as much as he thought he should.

The dream had been a crushing reminder that not fitting into the expectations on him didn't mean they weren't waiting regardless just on that narrowed edge between what he wanted and what was required of him.

He was still wrapped up in these thoughts when his senses caught something alarming because, like most creatures from the Mountainlands, he didn't rely as much on magic to tell him things and trusted his own awareness far more. And he hadn't come across a scent like that in a long time; not since distant political meetings in Arcadia he had nearly begged to attend and had been surprised by the formality and icy nature of the ones who lived in the cold, dark corner of the Elven lands.

He'd been warned to fear them and their arcane knowledge, but more so their disdain for anything but the order they crafted and lived under the weight of.

He also hadn't heard that manner of speech in just as long; reminding him again of the way he'd been taught himself in matters of the Courts but those lessons felt stale and brittle in his mind. It felt too much like a challenge to the stranger he hadn't even seen and still found himself instinctively wary of to address them that way though; misplaced on that neutral ground.

"Neither am I, and I hope you keep that in mind."

Sorrel exhaled but he waited politely rather than approach, thinking that might further the idea that he wasn't interested in an altercation either. He'd avoided that with the elves in town so far, although largely because many of them were too wary of the High Fey, but he didn't enjoy testing his luck.

@shadowofwynter

#title: (two roads converged in a green wood)#ch: (sorrel dubhuir)#(sorrae)

@silvertongued-mountain-lord

Daehínen's own senses bristled, retreating momentarily behind the safety of the constructed shields of his mind. Once he had gathered himself into something more prepared, he allowed himself to receive what had been taken in about the creature that had joined him.

They were not a human.

They were not of this realm.

Questions began to lay out before him, the desire to understand what the Unseelie were doing here picking away at the firm grasp he had around his control. After all, those of Wynter knew the ways of the Fae more than the other Courts given their lands was the home of the boarder between Arcadia and Elfhame. The Onyx Court had taken that burden and turned it into an opportunity, as only they could. Without Wynter's diplomacy and detailed records of their findings from their time with their wild (yes, even more wild than the Crimson elves, if that was anything to go by) neighbors, it was unthinkable of what could have become of Arcadia.

What was this one doing here? In this town, of all places. At this time, of all settings. Did they know something of the betrayal? Had they made a deal with the thief and bought the relic? The Fae were incapable of lying, but that had only made them masters of tricks and deception. Why wouldn't such a creature jump at the idea of having leverage over a Elven Court?

Or...perhaps they knew nothing at all. Were merely visiting, as for some reason they enjoyed this realm and the creatures within it despite the majesty of their own lands. (Of which, he had only read about.) Daehínen would tread lightly until more information came to light. As if he did not have enough to contend with, he did not need to add a diplomatic atrocity to the list.

"Forgive me. I was unaware of whom I was speaking," he said before giving a deep bow, hinging at the waist. He rose slowly, but also did not move to lessen the distance between their parties. "If I were to request a conversation between us, would it cost me anything?"

They! (Joy) Want! (s) You! || Light Shadows

@shadowofwynter

Okay, so good news! Joy had scored a cute, colorful new-to-her couch on Facebook Marketplace and the seller was kind enough to deliver it to her building for a fee.

The bad news? Joy was on her own getting it from the lobby to her apartment...

She had tried unsuccessfully to get it into the elevator, which meant that lugging it upstairs was the only option. And Gem (!!!!) wasn't picking up his bloody phone! Okay, so that left Joy to figure this out for herself. It was only several flights of stairs...she's totally got this.

She was about to try when someone entered the lobby. Oh! She knew him! The elf! "Oh, hey, you! You have arms!" Joy exclaimed, grinning at pointing at him. "Daehínen, right?"

#title: (they! [joy] want[s] you!)#ch: (joy mohanty)#(light shadows)#(day)

@joy-mohanty

Daehínen was having a very trying day– as they all were in the Mortal Realm. Another fruitless endeavor had deemed it a waste. The unwavering light of the sun had been very uncomfortable and draining. He had eaten, which had given him strength back to contain his emotions, but he was concentrated on getting back to his living quarters. Where it would be dark, cool, and mercifully quiet from humans and their thoughts or emotions.

That was his intention, anyway. Until the human educator pointed at him in an...apparent greeting of some sort. His dark eyes flickered down to the arms she had spoke of, where he had his hands folded together in front of him so that they were covered by the sleeves of his robes.

"Joy Mohanty, of Swynlake Secondary," he replied with a shallow but precise bow. "You are correct."

Networking || Shadow Princes

Obtain a job.

Kovu blinked from where he was putting his keys in the bowl and coat on the rack by the door.

For some reason, Kovu had just assumed that Dae just had some weird elf fortune of some kind. Weren't they supposed to be rich or whatever? Did he need a job? He had paid his rent on time up to now...but was that about to be in jeopardy?

Not that it mattered to Kovu that much. He could afford the place on his own, but it was nice to not have to worry about it.

Plus, he'd gotten used to Dae's...eccentricities.

Plus, plus, his mum might see it as a failure of integrating into the community if he lost his roommate because he couldn't pay...

The apologize made Kovu snort and shake his head. "No problem, mate." Outburst, yeah. Right.

"You don't have to leave."

Kovu reached into the fridge for a Sprite can and then came around to look at Dae's computer over his shoulder. "Microsoft Office is a set of programs that lets you do different things. Microsoft Word lets you write documents, Excel lets you create spreadsheets for data collection, PowerPoint creates, uh, a presentation that you can use to disseminate info to other people..."

Damn, if he didn't even know how to do basic shit like Microsoft...he was pretty much screwed on the job market.

@shadowofwynter

#title: (networking)#ch: (kovu morake)#(shadow princes)

@whereforeart-thou-kovu

Relieved that Kovus had granted him grace, Daehínen began to stand to make the retreat back to his room as he had said. There he would meditate to regain his composure to be able to ask Kovus his opinion at a later date, when he was not so susceptible to the emotions that had come up in this seemingly simple task.

Only then Kovus said that he did not have to leave, and offered valuable information despite Daehínen's abrupt questions despite not having asked for permission to ask such questions. He considered the situation and his choices but would, ultimately, always be compelled to gain more knowledge if it was being given.

He took in what Kovus had said about these programs and nodded slowly twice.

"Thank you." Daehínen turned in his chair to look up at the human. "May I inquire after your insight into this subject? I understand if you do not wish to aid at present, as you have only just returned from a day of labor."

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