Filrian Darsmoon's Home

Evander looked up. Roc meat? Hmm. Interesting idea for a meal... He stood and exited the study, following the sounds Filrian was making in the kitchen. "It smells good."

"Does it? I thought it was a little... pungent. Well, that's roc meat for you. Always smells somewhat... odd, but then tastes exquisite." Filrian put the last item on the table.

Evander eyed the spread hungrily. He hadn't eaten much that day, and his stomach was threatening to growl at him. He waited to see which chair Filrian would direct him to.

Filrian sat down. "Well, don't just stand there! Pick a seat!" He smiled.

Evander smiled and sat down, trying not to appear too awkward. "Thank you."

"Right, yes, well, help yourself!" Filrian pointed at the meat and swiped his finger through the air, cutting it into thin slices. The meat, not the finger.

Evander grabbed several slices of meat with his fork and knife, then grabbed some of the vegetables. "Thank you for asking me to stay. This looks delicious."

"Oh, Evander, honestly, it's no trouble at all." Filrian grabbed a couple pieces himself. "Now, Evander, what are your hobbies?"

Evander took a bite and chewed while he thought about this. "I enjoy reading. I study too much," he said with a wry grin. "It annoys my brothers. I like to watch the ships in the harbor..."

Filrian thought for a moment. "So, you prefer the intellectual branch of life as opposed to the physical part. Reading is a good hobby."

Evander nodded. "Yeah. I really enjoy it. My brothers are way more physically active, but I've always been the quiet one." A crooked smile touched his face.

"Indeed. And, tell me, this may strike you as a really odd question: do you like psychology? Or do you wish you knew what would happen soon? Do you like making people (and things) do things? Do you like chemistry? Or--gods forbid--do you have an odd attraction to the dead that you could never really explain?"

Evander sputtered, laughing. "Um, well..." He calmed himself and thought for a moment. "Is it weird that I enjoy walking through the cemetery?"

Filiran was silent for a few minutes, eating in silence, then looked at Evander. "No. It does not strike me as odd. Just... somewhat surprising." He stood up. "It's getting late. If you've finished your meal, I can walk you home now."

Evander cocked his head, wondering what the professor meant, but he stayed quiet. Filrian must know what he was doing. "Okay, yeah I am. Thank you."

"You're welcome. But I don't think your mom would want you home too late." Filrian walked to the front door and opened it.

"Yeah, probably not. Except that tomorrow's a Saturday, so I don't need to get up too early anyway. But yeah, I should probably go in a little bit."

"Yes, that may be true. However, you'll need rest. Come, show me where you live."

Evander stepped outside and breathed in the cool night air. "It's right this way."

Filrian followed. "Make sure to keep up with your studies regardless of what your brothers say."

Evander smiled. "I'd never do that They're the troublemakers. We're very different."

"Good. How old are they, anyway?"

"A year younger than me. 16." He shrugged. "They act quite a bit younger. Or maybe they act their age, and I just act too old." He grinned.

"Indeed. I look forward to meeting the rest of your family eventually. Do you have any sisters?"

"I have one. Fenyn. She's *not very developed - at all*."

*OOC* *chortles*