ribbon cutting
04-11-2022, 04:15 PM
It truly was nice to find purpose after being stagnant for so long. Corvus had no doubt it would affect his mood even more once classes officially began and word got out about what they were building here. Having something new and exciting to look forward to each day would definitely give him a renowned sense of purpose and he knew the same could be said for the rest of Abaven, Theory in particular. He gave her a small nod of acknowledgment, happy to lather her with praise but knowing fully well he'd said enough as it were. He hoped time would only further prove that what they were doing here had greater purpose than what they were envisioning in the short-term, because he was sure it did.
"Exactly," he mused aloud. "So much is pure instinct, but there's a lot more to it than that, and I think those intricacies could very well spell the difference between winning or losing - or even between living and dying." Corvus let out a quiet sigh. It was a morbid thought and one that he and Theory hadn't necessarily dealt with first-hand, but violence and war was always a looming possibility. Even if far-fetched it was worth being aware of the possibility and preparing for it, even if not vigilantly. "Beginner healing sounds like a good class. One I probably need to take," he joked lightly, giving her a sideways grin.
Family. He wasn't sure he and Theory had ever spoken properly about either of their desires to have children, at least not beyond when he'd confessed Twig had suffered a miscarriage. The topic had been a sensitive one for him for a long while - and while it still was, he felt now he could speak about it without being completely overwhelmed with grief. "I've thought about it. Quite often," Corvus admitted quietly. He hadn't yet had the courage to broach the topic with Twig yet, though still his thoughts often drifted back to the possibility. "But I'm not sure I'm ready." He appreciated the kind words, regardless of his own indecision on the matter. But now he found himself wondering about her own thoughts on having children of her own, realizing he'd never asked, he'd been so caught up in his own loss. "What about you? Children, I mean - have you thought about wanting some of your own?"
"Exactly," he mused aloud. "So much is pure instinct, but there's a lot more to it than that, and I think those intricacies could very well spell the difference between winning or losing - or even between living and dying." Corvus let out a quiet sigh. It was a morbid thought and one that he and Theory hadn't necessarily dealt with first-hand, but violence and war was always a looming possibility. Even if far-fetched it was worth being aware of the possibility and preparing for it, even if not vigilantly. "Beginner healing sounds like a good class. One I probably need to take," he joked lightly, giving her a sideways grin.
Family. He wasn't sure he and Theory had ever spoken properly about either of their desires to have children, at least not beyond when he'd confessed Twig had suffered a miscarriage. The topic had been a sensitive one for him for a long while - and while it still was, he felt now he could speak about it without being completely overwhelmed with grief. "I've thought about it. Quite often," Corvus admitted quietly. He hadn't yet had the courage to broach the topic with Twig yet, though still his thoughts often drifted back to the possibility. "But I'm not sure I'm ready." He appreciated the kind words, regardless of his own indecision on the matter. But now he found himself wondering about her own thoughts on having children of her own, realizing he'd never asked, he'd been so caught up in his own loss. "What about you? Children, I mean - have you thought about wanting some of your own?"
