[center][U][B]Reates Saerne[/B][/U] - [I]The Vanishing Butterfly[/I][/center]
[center][U]Loom - The Academy[/U]
[I]Midday[/I][/center]

Ahh yes, the baggy eyes, the failing mind, though the boy did not see worse for wear. The oddest thing however, was not Ian, but rather Reates in this case. After all, if he was facing [I]away[/I] from Ian, how had he known he was there, and how had he been able to tell such tiny details?

Long story short: he wasn't [I]actually[/I] faced away from Ian, it was all a rather elaborate illusion...of sorts.

With a brief fluttering motion, Ian would see the image of Reates [I]flip[/I] going from its back facing him, to the front doing so, with the teacher's lightly glowing green eyes trained directly on Ian's, a smirk plastered across the man's face. [B]"Aye, ye did, but I don't blame ya fer runnin' into me, not much anyways. It'd be a darned [I]crime[/I] to blame a lad for somethin' so dubious to begin with,"[/B] he laughed at what most would have to consider some kind of crude inside joke, crude not in its nature, but crude in its construction.

Essence removing itself from the dance floor, Reates took a step towards the student, his eyes alight with a mixture of friendliness and mischief. He raised his arm and hand to help Ian brush himself off, before appearing to squint at the boy's lip for some time. After a few moments of this, the green eyes glanced over to Fidrieon, the instrument, and then up to Ian's eyes. [I]Well adapted[/I] he thought even as he tapped his chin, contemplation entering his range of expression. [B]"I could fix 'er up for ya i you wouldn't mind. It'd be an awful thing ta be walkin' round with a bloodied lip, eh? Especially if [I]they[/I] heard about it. Might think somethin' was unusual."[/B] There was a conspiratorial sound to his tone, despite the fact that, to Ian, it would seem he was almost yelling to overcome the cacophony of sound in the room. [I]Music and the hustle-bustle of bodies sure scuffles up a symphony of moving bodies, don'tcha think?[/I] Reates queried the butterfly which had just appeared upon his shoulder, having come into being only a second ago.

Yes, Reates was [I]having fun[/I] that much was for sure.

However, he had to get the boy on the grill before he could properly season and cook him, so more'd have to wait while the student tried to find the words with which to respond. Yes, that'd be best.

In the meantime, the butterfly responded, its voice sounding like a whisper at the edge of Ian's mind, but an unfamiliar one, not the same whisper as Koshmar, who neither party knew of...yet. [I]'Yes, the music and the bodies are loud. Too loud in our opinion. Sets our antenna all a buzz, though it has a certain pleasantness to it. Unique is a good word, we think.'[/I] Reates nodded, seeming pleased by this before looking back to the boy and placing his hands upon his hips, his head tilting slightly so his eyes could peer down at Ian from over the rims of his glasses.

Colors and patterns all the same. The music was getting in the way of his sight, so he ceased his peering and used his glasses as the filters they were, removing the essence in the background, and that of the bodies which weaved and danced around them. None of it took very long of course, and so in a mere moment he was staring at Ian's essence. Yes, it was intriguing, certainly revealing signs of exhaustion. It was a marvel that the boy was standing at all. Must be the discipline of his art, or was it something else perhaps?

The teacher didn't know, that was for sure.

But Ian did.