"I suppose you're right," Fabrice says, offering the other man a rueful smile. "No matter how much I might wish I could fully become an animal, I really can't erase all of my nervous ticks, even if I wanted to." He pauses for a moment, contemplating Auryn's description of his own powers. "That's quite the gift, being able to read energy like that," he says.
Fabrice doesn't think any less of Auryn for appearing untrained, going by what he mentions about his abilities remaining somewhat undefined. He thinks it's ridiculous, the way some with power, who've had the luck of being able to study and educate themselves at their leisure, look down upon those with less of a chance at magical education. "That's incredible," he says. "I don't think I could talk to the universe, though, shouting into the void after a particularly long day sometimes helps." He manages a kindly grin.
Fabrice wonders if he's seen his name in the papers; the attack wasn't exactly hushed up, being so heavily drenched in the Coombs vs. Thornton curse conspiracy. If not, Fabrice doesn't exactly know how to explain that he was nearly murdered by his own aunt. Not exactly a typical conversation starter. "I live out in the woods, myself," Fabrice says. "It certainly makes magic much more easier. And less likely to draw attention to oneself." He frowns. "You shouldn't have to be quiet about your magic, I don't think." Fabrice knows the laws are in place for a reason, but he also doesn't see why anyone with powers ought to feel ashamed of those abilities.
"Really?" He says, tilting his head curiously. The motion retains something of the deer he was just moments before. "I suppose our family stories travel as fast as any other gossip. Siren Cove does seem to attract a lot of the magical crowd."
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Fabrice doesn't think any less of Auryn for appearing untrained, going by what he mentions about his abilities remaining somewhat undefined. He thinks it's ridiculous, the way some with power, who've had the luck of being able to study and educate themselves at their leisure, look down upon those with less of a chance at magical education. "That's incredible," he says. "I don't think I could talk to the universe, though, shouting into the void after a particularly long day sometimes helps." He manages a kindly grin.
Fabrice wonders if he's seen his name in the papers; the attack wasn't exactly hushed up, being so heavily drenched in the Coombs vs. Thornton curse conspiracy. If not, Fabrice doesn't exactly know how to explain that he was nearly murdered by his own aunt. Not exactly a typical conversation starter. "I live out in the woods, myself," Fabrice says. "It certainly makes magic much more easier. And less likely to draw attention to oneself." He frowns. "You shouldn't have to be quiet about your magic, I don't think." Fabrice knows the laws are in place for a reason, but he also doesn't see why anyone with powers ought to feel ashamed of those abilities.
"Really?" He says, tilting his head curiously. The motion retains something of the deer he was just moments before. "I suppose our family stories travel as fast as any other gossip. Siren Cove does seem to attract a lot of the magical crowd."