Allison Finley (
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skymuffins2012-03-11 10:45 am
[Sept. 9/11] Training Hall, Room 15, Afternoon
Allison tapped her laminated class schedule against her cheek as she made her way down a hall she hadn't been before. Huge windows showcased an equally huge field and if she stopped and squinted through the sunny glare, she could spot areas that looked a little charred.
Well, there was a reason this area of the school wasn't for those who had no reason to be here. Allison hadn't yet decided what she thought of the fact that she was here, though anything had to be better than setting things on fire when she got upset.
She grimaced a bit while she counted doors. There were worse things than the fires, really, but they were more noticeable to others. Allison supposed that was a good thing. She stopped outside the fifteenth door and double checked her schedule to make sure it was the right one.
It was. She was stalling. That's dangerous, she scolded herself, and then tucked her schedule into her backpack. Then, before she could think better of it, she rapidly knocked on the door (to give her tutor the heads up she was here, in case they weren't one of the ones that could just tell that) and opened it.
"Morning!" she said, poking her head in.
It was one in the afternoon.
Well, there was a reason this area of the school wasn't for those who had no reason to be here. Allison hadn't yet decided what she thought of the fact that she was here, though anything had to be better than setting things on fire when she got upset.
She grimaced a bit while she counted doors. There were worse things than the fires, really, but they were more noticeable to others. Allison supposed that was a good thing. She stopped outside the fifteenth door and double checked her schedule to make sure it was the right one.
It was. She was stalling. That's dangerous, she scolded herself, and then tucked her schedule into her backpack. Then, before she could think better of it, she rapidly knocked on the door (to give her tutor the heads up she was here, in case they weren't one of the ones that could just tell that) and opened it.
"Morning!" she said, poking her head in.
It was one in the afternoon.

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"Thanks," Allison said, trying to decide what it would taste like. "For the food." Her eyes flickered with something a little wry. "And not testing me so soon." She considered that, casting a peek at his face, and decided he'd be okay if she added. "Of course, if I bombed a test of yours on the first day, that would make you look bad too. So it's all for your benefit. I understand."
She was totally teasing him.
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There was a method, see? To the madness?
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"If that's the case," she said, smiling slightly, "then I guess I can't keep failing."
She didn't want to fail. She really didn't. At the same time... Allison was pretty sure fire and her were going to have difficulties mixing.
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Obviously.
"Gonna hold you to that, Cuttie. We'll get you reigning it in like a pro in no time." He nodded to the sandwich. "Now, tuck in. And if you don't care for it, that's fine, too. I'll make something with a little less tofu in it, next week."
Because tutoring meant cooking, right?
Hush, you.
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Sweet, even.
She was pretty sure he wouldn't appreciate that comment and so, in the interests of not saying it, she bit down on the sandwich.
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Mm, tofu. With vegan mayo on it.
No, really. It tasted way better than it sounded.
"Brought some soup too, if you can get your appetite up again."
He was absolutely a mother hen.
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She had to admit that she wasn't certain how she felt about anything right now, not after the way this lesson had gone.
Still, he deserved some sort of answer. "Doesn't taste like cardboard," Allison said, studying her sandwich. Weird. So weird. But not cardboard. "I guess you'll have to just admit you're not awful at cooking."
As for the soup, though...
"No soup for me," she said, because she was pretty sure that was too much for her to take right now. "But you can have it."
She'd just... not watch when he warmed it up.
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Mother hen.
"Suit yourself," he replied, shrugging a little. "Let me know if you get thirsty, then. That much is easy enough to take care of, as it is."
He poured the soup from the thermos into the lid, and looked at it thoughtfully before he glanced her way again.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
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She shrugged.
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He wet silent for a moment more, sipping idly at his cold soup.
"It's big. I'll grant you that. But it's not impossible to swallow. I've got faith you'll manage."
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"Obviously you didn't meet me back when I was in eleventh grade." Obviously, indeed. "If a gobshite like I was can figure this out all on his lonesome, anybody can. Just takes time, is all. I'm not expecting results by tomorrow, Cuttie."
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Well, neither would she, come to think of it.
She watched him for a few seconds. "You didn't answer my question," Allison said quietly, not accusingly.
It was like how she hadn't really answered his question about faith earlier.
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He shrugged.
"You showed up at all. I wouldn' blame you if you didn't. But here you are. And you were willin' to try a second time, even after the bloody scare the first gave you. Just puttin' yourself out there to try means a hell of a lot more than it might look."
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He was on her official school schedule and everything, after all.
"And I... I just want to learn so I don't... hurt anyone."
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Just fine! After a few... things.
Yes.
"... From here on in, perhaps I should add one of those 'do as I say, not as I do' rules, for good measure."
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"What did you do that makes a rule like that seem like a good idea?"
She considered that question.
"You... don't have to answer that," she said apologetically and feeling guilty for even asking in the first place. "Sorry."
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See how bothered Dover wasn't? See it, Allison?
"And since you asked, you get an answer. If I mind answering, I'll tell you, luv. There's never any harm in asking, though. Worst you'll get out of me is a no." So there. "I mostly meant that until you have a better grasp on this stone of yours, I don't want you trying to get a handle on it all on your own. I know you're avoiding it for now, I know it scares the living bejeesus out of you, but I want you to, if you ever have any uncertainty about it, come to me and ask those questions before giving anything a try. Again, worst you'll get from me if you ask is an 'I don't know.'"
Straightforward enough, right?
And... Probably not a full and complete answer, but he'd nattered on enough for the moment.
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She nodded slowly. "Okay," Allison said, "I think I can do that."
Though, really, she was hardly likely to just wander up to him and just ask at this point, unless they were at a lesson, but Allison didn't think that would be a problem either.
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"Dirt," she said, "if I'm remembering right."
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And really, his hydromancy really only did any good if it was either exceptionally humid around him, or if there was nearby water. He couldn't just create what wasn't there. Meanwhile, there was ground underfoot anywhere. She had one up on him, in that regard, hands down.
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