The Academy For Mythical Creatures discussion


Eddie ran into the library, slowing to a stop to check behind himself. Spotting his new friend just behind him, he grinned.
“It doesn't look like much, but just keep following me. It'll be worth it!”

If he was not in his office, or in the book club's dedicated room, the next best place to find Junfeng outside of class would undoubtedly be the library. A familiar enough face that had made a plethora of first edition contributions to the shelves, his want to read could never quite be satiated. Or maybe it was that he had become accustomed to hoarding stories.
As he contemplated adding this particular intangible thing his list of hoarded objects — for the sake of posterity, of course — he paused beside another person that seemed to be considering things, as well. A glance down was all he needed to realize that this was a student.
"Have you decided on what it is you're thinking about?" A question asked purely of his own curiosity, a soft smile on his face.

"No need to apologize." Junfeng could understand getting lost in thought, considering how often he could lost in his own memories. Much to wander and reminisce about, when he was faced with so many differences. "I asked if you'd come to a decision yet. You seemed to be pondering something very important."
Sometimes he forgot how much smaller the students could be. Possibly a symptom of a somewhat grandfatherly opinion, but they grew fast most often. This girl was perhaps a whole foot smaller than he, maybe more. He took a step back so that she might not have to strain her neck so much. "Are you trying to decide what to read? I find myself with the same problem almost daily."

Junfeng thought he might have read the first series mentioned. As for the book, he knew most certainly that he had. "An interesting choice." Which — lead to another tangent. He simply couldn't help himself, when he had such detailed knowledge on the production. Or, well, a part of it. "There is a section that features information written by a human, in the guise of a witch, you know. They were an interesting fellow, but their need for embellishment and finesse had them marked as witch. Eccentricities of the time were not viewed quite as favorably as they are now." He nodded, mostly to himself as he recalled another line of thinking. A divergence of thought not all that unlike the branches of the tree within the library.
"If I recall, it had something to do with the colors of their clothing. I believe it was just before a global surge of exchange and the colors they had were...ahead of their time." He paused, then. How unfortunate it was that someone so brilliant could have been condemned in the way they were. But that was food for thought at a later date. "Is the book going to be particularly useful to you, or is it for your own enjoyment? I've no need for it myself, but I did think it was quite a nice read."

"I see." Plenty of young wizards this time around. Which was very well, considering the recent of the witch trials in several different countries. The view on the practices of witches and wizards was often skewed or misunderstood entirely by the outside world. Perhaps the popularization of the respective crafts in media was helping. He should add several titles to his list of books to read if that was the case.
"We've several texts on the subject. They vary from country to country and practices can influence the path in which a wizard or witch might take. Ah, a good book to read next is an autobiography of a wizard. Or, perhaps alchemist would have been a better word for him. He treated his practice quite like a science, and if I remember correctly alchemy is coined from him. I believe they've had it moved to this section." He gestured with one hand, unaware of the librarians that had lingered closer to hear what he might say. They scrambled to look as though they'd been working as the two walked past them.

"A good question." How to explain... "An alchemist would be...someone that humans would consider close to a witch or wizard. They're not quite either, but they do have a belief in the ability to transform one thing into another." Junfeng supposed that could serve well enough as a starting point to understand an alchemist and their thoughts. "There are some other alchemists that we have work of, but there are more critical texts on whether alchemy has any basis in magic or if it is a purely scientific venture. It's quite fascinating when you look at how it intersects with the usage of the terms of 'witch' and 'wizard' and how some magicians don't think there's much value to dividing the two."
The dragon god was not one to actively dabble in such debates. He found an interest more in the writing that came from it, compiling a story of discussion that eventually found a conclusion — or stretched on for eons more. If he would ever see the end of these debates, he would like to enjoy with a cup of tea. Speaking of: "There are also books on various paths of diviniation. Taromancy has a long standing history that traverses several cultures."

Junfeng nodded in agreeance. He had no real capabilities of looking into the future himself. Some that he knew had different sentiments, but to know that the future was malleable brought some great displeasure. The fracturing of possibilities traversed into metaphysical theories that some people simply didn't have the time or inclination to understand. Which was just as well; the dragon god preferred to think of how the past could enlighten the future.
His steps slowed as he approached the section he had meant to show the young wizard. "There should be several more texts on wizardry here, as well. The alchemical writings have a smaller place down the aisle, possibly a little higher up." The more he thought on it, the more this could be included in the curriculum. He was sure he had one or two other witches and wizards enrolled in his class across the grades. A mental note was added as he walked down the aisle, eyeing the titles on the spine of each book. Some appeared older than others, but in good condition.
The dragon stopped before a book bound in green, with the title written neatly in bronze along its spine. Alchemaic Theory and Theses; he gave a satisfied chuff as he pulled it from the shelf, and gestured for Eva to take it. The front cover had a collection of alchemical symbols on the front, ranging in color from silver, gold, and bronze. If she shifted the book, the colors too would shift and each symbol would be a new color. "This one."

"You should find it most informative." Her smile was returned by his own before his attention shifted back to the shelves. Perhaps he would do a little rereading today. But, then — "Do you not have a class you must attend soon?" He hoped he wasn't keeping her. The only complaint he'd ever gotten from the students in book club, though few times it had been brought up, was how long the meetings ran. He was sure his class time would look much the same if not for the bells.

"Be sure not to be late." Junfeng could understand the plight of getting caught up in a good book. Too often had he lost track of time while reading, regardless of what the subject matter was. He could recall one occasion where he'd read through the night and into the morning. The chirp of birds had somehow been so intrusive to the story as to break him from the hold it had over him.
He glanced back to Eva in time to see her piling books higher than she could see. He chuckled softly as he removed a few so she could have a line of vision in front of her. "You'll surely fall if you pile them on like that. I will take these for you."
(sorry this is so late!)
"I won't! Thanks for the help," Eva said, blinking twice. Then something odd happened. A hole opened up on a shelf. You could see a cluttered dorm through it. "No! Ajax! Akira! Stay!" Too late. Two miniature winged foxes flew through the hole, squeaking with delight. Eva groaned. "No, guys!"

Junfeng had seen a fair amount of odd things in his long life. While this exact instance was not so often seen, there had been plenty of uncontrolled portals he'd been a witness to. His reaction remained much the same: an air of patience and an expression that bordered on vaguely impressed. Mostly in that this young sorcerer had somehow managed to befriend creatures such as these. Nigh impossible, if his memory served him right.
"Perhaps they would wish to attend class with you." A joke, mostly, but he did know that several students had decided to bring their pets with them. The logistics of it were not...unworkable, he supposed.

Junfeng didn't often directly interfere where pets were concerned, a vestige of his behavior when he was still active in his celestial duties. Still, he couldn't much help the soft smile on his face at their antics. Perhaps he should help Eva out a little. The rather peaceful aura around him extended further than it usually did, bringing forth a sense of calm to all who were close enough to feel it. Not so much drowsiness as it was contentment, hoping to calm the two winged foxes down enough to be cradled in the wizards arms and momentarily "contained".
On the opposite side of the room, Callum scans the shelves for a good book. Running his fingers carefully over each spine, he cringes at some of the titles. Sometimes just reading certain things triggered him...but he also didn't want to be caught reading the Princess Diaries. Sighing, he pulls his favorite Harry Potter and crashes on a nearby plush chair.
Callum sinks further into his chair, surveying the room around him as he cracked his book open to the first chapter. His gaze lands on an older boy across the way who looked as if he was deep into his book and had no intention of stopping reading unless the building was on fire. Looking away, his eyes dance around the words on his page, reading and finding comfort in the novel.

@ava
Junfeng shrugged. "Yes, well. It is nothing." And, truly, it was nothing. Providing others with a sense of peace was the least of his abilities, in his mind. Useful, of course, but not all that magnificent. He looked over to the foxes; curious little things. "I suggest you take this time to return them to your room before your next class. And to remember to check out those books from the library." A nod to the still-open portal in the bookshelf. "The librarians are highly capable, but I believe it would be best to take care of this yourself as the carer for those creatures."
Callum begins reading faster and faster, ignoring the rest of the people in the library. Soon enough, his mind became too full and he had to take a break. He closes the book slowly and snuggles into his chair. He sighs and glances out the window, waiting for his headache and stress to pass him by.
For a brief moment, Callum looks away from the glass. He makes eye contact with the boy across the room. His hair was extremely fluffy and his eyes were large and somewhat enchanting. Callum blinks and looks away, trying not to think anything of it.
Tired of the library of the day, Callum decides to get up. He scoots to the edge of his chair and lifts himself out of the plush cushions. He begins to walk towards the stairs...directly in the direction of the other boy. He keeps his eyes down, minding his own business as he steps closer and closer.
Callum unconsciously slows his pace as he passes Lixin. He lifts his gaze and gives him a tiny smile. He then turned and began to make his way down the stairs at a slow, gentle pace.
Callum reaches the bottom of the steps and is ready to walk out the door. He hears a soft sound behind him and he pauses. He turns around sharply, fearful that someone would try and attack him...fearful that something would happen like it did the last time.
Callum tilts his head curiously and exhales his breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. "Why are you watching me?" he calls softly to Lixin.
Callum reads the paper and shakes his head. He signs "No, it's okay." He takes out a pen and slowly writes, "I was just wondering if you were following me."
Callum gives him another small smile. He takes the paper and writes: "Just let me know when you think of something." He scribbled down his sentence, then held the pen over the paper for a moment, debating whether or not he should tell him his name. What if he was dangerous?
The smiles made Callum think that maybe he was okay...maybe someone he could connect to. He managed to sign the next part. He had repeated the phrase over and over to people when he was unable to find words. "I'm Callum. I'm a Leshy."
Callum reads the note, his head pounding every time he reads 'blood.' He writes nothing and slowly passes the paper to Lixin. He sits down on a nearby bench, his dead swirling. His breaths come in short, heavy pants, remembering that night...blood, fire, pain...would he hurt him?

@ava
Junfeng nodded, pleased to see such eager obedience. Most students were lively in much the same way, but...not so cooperative. Headstrong? No, that would mean they had some manner of opinion they actually cared for. With this observation in mind, he considered his own reading choices. He quite liked the classics, but there was a measure of disdain he held for certain ones. Perhaps he could reevaluate that. Once Eva had left to check her books out, he went to find his own to read before his next teaching period.
( done for me )
Callum looks up at Lixin. He signs quickly, "I'm sorry." but tears were in his eyes. How could he explain what he's been through? How would Lixin understand? Callum opens his mouth to speak but stops himself. He simply just signs 'I'm sorry.' again.
Callum pulls out a fresh piece of paper. He writes, "It's a long story...I would explain except it hurts to remember." and passes it to Lixin.
Callum reads the paper. Then he reads it again, tracing the pen with his long, bony fingers. He nods slowly and writes nothing at first. He traces the second dot with his pinkie and picks up his pen. "I'm not afraid of you. It's okay, you don't have to give me space. It's just some words and situations trigger my anxiety and it scares me because...well it's hard to explain why I'm scared, too."
Callum's lips curl into a small smile and he relaxes. He knew what it felt like...he would understand. "What book are you reading?" he writes, hoping they wouldn't have to talk about their pasts.
Enid enters the room cautiously, fiddling with her ring as she makes her way over to a bookcase. It took only seconds to notice Greyson, and she briefly wondered if he was asleep or not. She put a hand on a book and pulled it towards her, opening it to skin the words.
Enid tucks her book she had seemed to take interest in beneath her arm, using a free hand to smooth her skirt. Her own book was also on plants, herbs to be exact, so as she was about to pass the sleeping Greyson she took notice in the relation. She breifly paused to see what it was about - curiosity taking over.
Enid paused, before softly speaking up, noticing the others tiredness. "Hello...I hope you don't mind my asking, but are you interested in plants too-?" She wondered, gently tapping her own book. "I noticed our books are by the same author...?"
"...Me too!" She said, fixing a smile on her lips. "My name is Enid, I'm pleased to meet you- Greyson." Enid said happily, head tilting a little.
Enid took a hesitant seat in front of Greyson at the table, setting her book down before her. "Well, I happened to be bored. Wandering gets you far, it seems, hm?" She smiled more, placing her hands in her lap. "How about you-?"
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