Auryn arches an eyebrow. "Apparently one worthy of drawing a weapon." He waves a hand. "I won't say it's better where people don't know about witchcraft, because it isn't, and there's always a reason to target people you don't understand." Witchcraft not being illegal didn't stop his parents from coming under the scrutiny of protective services. "But I have to admit, I expected that those who don't have magic in Siren Cove would still understand its benefits, not simply have laws on the books to control it. It's not simply some plaything to be controlled. There's always a reckoning for that sort of behavior, by humans or witches."
He shakes his head slightly. "Perhaps it's exacerbated," he says, "but the reason for that curse, if it ever existed, was because fear of witches existed already. Enough to make the Coombs' standing unsuitable to the Thorntons," he reasons. "It's the 21st century. Our lives and our laws would be unrecognizable to your ancestors. If there's someone to blame for the laws on the books, it's not them. Much less anyone with their name," he inclines his head.
The idea of trading skills gives Auryn a warm feeling, heightened by the idea of learning something new. It seems right to him.
"You're welcome, if you want to sit down inside for a bit. And I mean, you're only a little smaller than I am. You could borrow some jeans to get home in, at least." He nods toward the path. "I won't be offended if you say no," he adds, "given that we just met, just seems like you've had a rough day."
[OOC: This is SO. LATE. Totally okay if you want to fade.]
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He shakes his head slightly. "Perhaps it's exacerbated," he says, "but the reason for that curse, if it ever existed, was because fear of witches existed already. Enough to make the Coombs' standing unsuitable to the Thorntons," he reasons. "It's the 21st century. Our lives and our laws would be unrecognizable to your ancestors. If there's someone to blame for the laws on the books, it's not them. Much less anyone with their name," he inclines his head.
The idea of trading skills gives Auryn a warm feeling, heightened by the idea of learning something new. It seems right to him.
"You're welcome, if you want to sit down inside for a bit. And I mean, you're only a little smaller than I am. You could borrow some jeans to get home in, at least." He nods toward the path. "I won't be offended if you say no," he adds, "given that we just met, just seems like you've had a rough day."
[OOC: This is SO. LATE. Totally okay if you want to fade.]