Everything was odd here.
Not like odd as in unpleasant, just... odd. Soren was used to the human and "mundane" world, as his mother's family called it. He wasn't used to wendigos being real and very very hungry looking as he walked by. He wasn't used to watching people who were able to set themselves on fire and extinguish themselves at will. He wasn't used to gods being real- multiple gods (who the hell was right anyway?)- and all of their children- and he most certainly wasn't used to non humanoid creatures. He wouldn't consider himself.. uh.. magically racist? Is that the term?- but he was just a little taken aback when he saw something slightly out of the ordinary here. He figured that would go away with time, after all this was his first year here, but he felt bad about it anyway.
Soren mentally prepared himself for this one, though, he was told he was meeting with a.. mirror spirit? He had no idea what this consisted of in the slightest. The being must have a humanoid-ish figure to want signing tutoring, though, and Soren felt a little conflicted that the thought comforted him. He was a rather skittish man with a fear of the unknown, but once he saw what he was presented with Soren would perk up and make friends. That was just the Soren MacLeod way. Fear first friends later.
Making his way to a table near the corner so they wouldn't be disturbed, Soren set down his messenger bag and unclipped the heavy buckles, using his telekinesis to let the folders spread out in the order he wanted and putting a pen and pad of paper on his side as well as the opposite side of the table. He shrugged off his canvas jacket and hung it on the back of his chair, then the strap of the slowly emptying bag as well, continuing to let his power adjust the remaining items on the table as he did so. The last item he set down he set down face-down, a small notecard that had been dog-eared and slightly faded, obviously handled many times in its short life since it had been printed to replace the last one. It had "SMALL GROUP/ONExONE TUTOR" scribbled on the back in the bottom right corner.
Not like odd as in unpleasant, just... odd. Soren was used to the human and "mundane" world, as his mother's family called it. He wasn't used to wendigos being real and very very hungry looking as he walked by. He wasn't used to watching people who were able to set themselves on fire and extinguish themselves at will. He wasn't used to gods being real- multiple gods (who the hell was right anyway?)- and all of their children- and he most certainly wasn't used to non humanoid creatures. He wouldn't consider himself.. uh.. magically racist? Is that the term?- but he was just a little taken aback when he saw something slightly out of the ordinary here. He figured that would go away with time, after all this was his first year here, but he felt bad about it anyway.
Soren mentally prepared himself for this one, though, he was told he was meeting with a.. mirror spirit? He had no idea what this consisted of in the slightest. The being must have a humanoid-ish figure to want signing tutoring, though, and Soren felt a little conflicted that the thought comforted him. He was a rather skittish man with a fear of the unknown, but once he saw what he was presented with Soren would perk up and make friends. That was just the Soren MacLeod way. Fear first friends later.
Making his way to a table near the corner so they wouldn't be disturbed, Soren set down his messenger bag and unclipped the heavy buckles, using his telekinesis to let the folders spread out in the order he wanted and putting a pen and pad of paper on his side as well as the opposite side of the table. He shrugged off his canvas jacket and hung it on the back of his chair, then the strap of the slowly emptying bag as well, continuing to let his power adjust the remaining items on the table as he did so. The last item he set down he set down face-down, a small notecard that had been dog-eared and slightly faded, obviously handled many times in its short life since it had been printed to replace the last one. It had "SMALL GROUP/ONExONE TUTOR" scribbled on the back in the bottom right corner.
He didn't know if this.. being- spirit- person?- would be able to read or understand, and he feared he might actually have to speak, but either way they would be able to communicate once that was done. He did know that this student was mute, and so the mental connection would be ideal, in any case. Soren continued to adjust the papers and go over the small lesson plan he had together as he waited.