[Farson Home] Ward You From the World

[Hadrian]

"Oh, no. Mistress Thea and the others have the children well in hand. It's just... guarding, you know. A strapping lammergeier to be sure nobody messes with them." He smiled and, since Ethan was leaning in for the physical affection, Hadrian tried to guide his head into his lap so he could stroke his hair. He didn't see Ethan as an animal or a child, but sometimes his responses were like those of an animal or a child, and so he responded in kind. He was learning to be a comforting presence, and if the lammergeier was fiercely independent, the man needed physical touch. "I mean, I know you still wet the bed, but..." He laughed. "You know what? Let's not do any more work today. Let's just sit."

[Ethan]

As Hadrian spoke the small puddle of golden Res formed into a ball and started lazily floating above Ethan's hand. His will controlled it's movements but he found that hand motions added another layer of control and focus. It bobbed here and there never staying in one place for too long. As lost and directionless as its master's thoughts. "Just sitting?" It was an oddly romantic thought, especially with the way Hadrian pulled his head onto his lap. He didn't mind though. Letting out a sigh he looked up at his teacher. Sunlight poured through the window and framed Hadrian's face in partial shadow. A perfect blend of light and dark. "That's a wonderful idea." He said, relaxing and resting his eyes.