No field trips...I hate field trips.
For someone who had shown less emotion than a box of crayons, William was suddenly passionate.
Although, passionate was arbitrary. Vieve had someone throw a temper tantrum in the middle of a class and she wished they had as much control as William had.
But it was opposite ends on the same spectrum, and she was glad he was opening up.
"They're not all bad," Vieve said, her easy grin still on her face. "It's like getting one crappy apple when there's a basket full of ripe ones. Wait. Let's change that metaphor to tacos. It's like getting one taco with extra lettuce when you asked for no lettuce, when the rest of the bunch is delicious."
She wasn't sure if she was making a lot of sense. This is why she taught yoga, not English. Her metaphors were a nightmare.
"We do get to leave the island, I mean. It can get claustrophobic here after a while for some students, especially those who were used to having the world at their fingertips." There was something in Vieve's voice and the way she shifted to her other foot that hinted that maybe she was one of those people. "Sometimes a change of scenery is nice, and we do visit towns and cities, not just the woods."
You're a werewolf?
She nodded. "Practically born and raised. I was bit when I was little, so I grew up this way. My dad had it, too."
She shrugged, because at this point saying "you're a werewolf" was no different to her than saying "you're a brunette?" She was comfortable in her skins, regardless of what one she wore.
Vieve still looked unsettled, but she couldn't place why, and she was doing her best to relax. She didn't want to spook the boy, who did seem to respond well to her body language, so she was very conscious to do her best to look relaxed. But she..smelled something, she guessed. It was just instinct, but she had a feeling that something was going to happen.
"So you two have known each other a long time then," she said, nodding. "I wish I had a friend like that growing up. The company seems nice, and you two respond to each other with the kind of mannerisms that only come from knowing someone for years. It's good that you have that."
A breeze flitted by, a little stronger than the last one, and Vieve angled her body towards the school. "Would you both feel like going for a walk?"
((Ooc: Hahah I am just as guilty--I should have been doing homework when I popped on yesterday, although I didn't even get to finish my responses. D=
Also I have a vague idea planned...but nothing yet, really, so if you have something you want to do, just go for it! If not I'll keep setting something up.))
For someone who had shown less emotion than a box of crayons, William was suddenly passionate.
Although, passionate was arbitrary. Vieve had someone throw a temper tantrum in the middle of a class and she wished they had as much control as William had.
But it was opposite ends on the same spectrum, and she was glad he was opening up.
"They're not all bad," Vieve said, her easy grin still on her face. "It's like getting one crappy apple when there's a basket full of ripe ones. Wait. Let's change that metaphor to tacos. It's like getting one taco with extra lettuce when you asked for no lettuce, when the rest of the bunch is delicious."
She wasn't sure if she was making a lot of sense. This is why she taught yoga, not English. Her metaphors were a nightmare.
"We do get to leave the island, I mean. It can get claustrophobic here after a while for some students, especially those who were used to having the world at their fingertips." There was something in Vieve's voice and the way she shifted to her other foot that hinted that maybe she was one of those people. "Sometimes a change of scenery is nice, and we do visit towns and cities, not just the woods."
You're a werewolf?
She nodded. "Practically born and raised. I was bit when I was little, so I grew up this way. My dad had it, too."
She shrugged, because at this point saying "you're a werewolf" was no different to her than saying "you're a brunette?" She was comfortable in her skins, regardless of what one she wore.
Vieve still looked unsettled, but she couldn't place why, and she was doing her best to relax. She didn't want to spook the boy, who did seem to respond well to her body language, so she was very conscious to do her best to look relaxed. But she..smelled something, she guessed. It was just instinct, but she had a feeling that something was going to happen.
"So you two have known each other a long time then," she said, nodding. "I wish I had a friend like that growing up. The company seems nice, and you two respond to each other with the kind of mannerisms that only come from knowing someone for years. It's good that you have that."
A breeze flitted by, a little stronger than the last one, and Vieve angled her body towards the school. "Would you both feel like going for a walk?"
((Ooc: Hahah I am just as guilty--I should have been doing homework when I popped on yesterday, although I didn't even get to finish my responses. D=
Also I have a vague idea planned...but nothing yet, really, so if you have something you want to do, just go for it! If not I'll keep setting something up.))