Time gone past

Tea. Well, she surely didn't know what that was, but the comforting curl of steam that wafted from his cup was intriguing. It reminded her of something Fable might whip up which set her back at ease. Theory hadn't worn her bracers for this excursion, if worst did come to worst, so perhaps she was at a disadvantage if it did come to blows. But... he didn't strike her as the type, especially as he flashed her that rakish grin. She reminded herself to be more careful next time - like that woman who'd greeted her off the coast of Fenmyre, outfitted for battle and travelling with her companions for safety. Even with all of her responsibilities, Theory erred on the side of optimism. Perhaps that would change once she saw the students start to trickle in; that would give her so much more to protect.

"Sure, I'll join you," she murmured after weighing the options. His smile won out in the end. Theory sat across from him and the fire, turning so that her broad side could catch the most of the warmth. "That does feel quite good," she admitted. The heat sank in to her fur and warmed the skin underneath to a pleasant tingle. "I'm Theory, Headmistress of Abaven. I was just scouting the surrounding areas. Have you travelled far?" she asked, already half-lidded and content. Her bright blue eyes flickered brightly as the glow of the fire reflected back at him.

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