Ranara and her little daughter Azabel move to Urtho's Tower when the latter can say six words ("up", "mama", "milk", "no", "now", and "please") and hasn't started to walk yet. Ranara sets up to teach little children to read, ones who don't have evident Gifts yet - Ranara herself has Mindspeech, is all, with about a classroom's worth of range. Azabel sits in on classes, worn on her mother's back or later plopped in a corner with toys or, when she's only four, plopped in a corner with a book, younger than the other kids in the class. When Azabel has in fact sat through her mother's curriculum she is turned somewhat loose, to walk very carefully up and down and around the Tower, exploring.
"You're welcome!" Ma'ar smiles at her. "It was good to see you again. Er, are you fine from here?"
...Ma'ar, still not quite sure what to make of the entire interaction, shrugs and turns to make his way back to Azabel's house.
She and Charl aren't actually in but they come back a few minutes after he does, having been for a walk. "Hi Ma'ar!"
"Hey!" Ma'ar smiles at her, but is a bit preoccupied, still trying to puzzle out whether Eliana had some goal other than not getting bitten by a dog.
"The dance was good." He switches to Mindspeech. :I...do kind of want your advice on a social thing, though:
:So, Eliana asked me if I could walk home with her because she was scared of a dog, it seemed sort of weird since I don't think I told her I was a mage...: He briefly describes the rest of the interaction. :...Oh, and come to think of it, she sort of hung around after dancing the other night too, but I guess I wasn't paying enough attention. I can't tell if she, I don't know, actually wanted something other than what she said...?:
:She might figure you're Gifted just because you go to school with me, but maybe she just has a crush on you:
:Just, wouldn't it make more sense to pick someone to have a crush on who'll still be around next week?:
:I... guess? I think it's like any other emotion and for most people most of the time it happens in response to circumstances but not the circumstance of convenience:
Ma'ar nods, still looking kind of amused. :How do... Er, how do people usually - tell - if they have a crush?:
:Um, finding themselves dwelling on the person's virtues and fantasizing about kissing them or whatever, I guess?:
:Just thinking:
Ma'ar glances away, almost self-consciously. Paces back and forth for a few moments.
:...I don't think I have a crush on her: he admits finally. :I have no idea what her virtues are, I guess other than being friendly and decent at dancing. Uh, is there a thing I'm supposed to - do - if I think someone might have a crush on me and I don't have one on them?: