@"A M E N O"
The youth of this world often times were corrupted before they could truly get a chance at life. There were far too many people in the world growing up without proper guidance, without help, or anyone to look after them. Especially when it came down to those who were not considered 'normal' to human society. They were shunned, as he had been, and often treated like monsters. It was no way for a child to grow up, but Pryderi had been one of those children who had been subjected to such things.
He had no one to care for him, to look out for him, no one to teach him things in the way he hoped to teach this younger student. the struggles he had both in and out of school were often times expected to be overcome without help. He'd always felt that he could have been greater, better even, if someone had only just taken the time to help him. He was a young adult himself and still had very little knowledge of the full capabilities of his own powers, but he hoped to accomplish a great deal more with his studies.
What his reasons were for wanting to study Dark Arts when his abilities did not cater to such forces, that was something he would not tell many people, but maybe one day the reason would become clear. Today was not that day. No, Today was the day he'd agreed to meet the boy he was supposed to tutor. Hopefully saving him from feeling the stress that he'd known growing up as well.
Pryderi had set up a series of cushions on the floor, a sandalwood box sitting on the outside of the setup, candles lit in the space left by the separated pillows. He sat on the far pillow, staring at the flames of one of the candles, allowing it's light to reflect in his crystalline eyes while he waited. His mind was elsewhere right then, the bones at the ends of his hair-ribbons dangling close to the fire, but he did not seem that afraid of the fabric catching fire.
All he had to do now was wait.
The youth of this world often times were corrupted before they could truly get a chance at life. There were far too many people in the world growing up without proper guidance, without help, or anyone to look after them. Especially when it came down to those who were not considered 'normal' to human society. They were shunned, as he had been, and often treated like monsters. It was no way for a child to grow up, but Pryderi had been one of those children who had been subjected to such things.
He had no one to care for him, to look out for him, no one to teach him things in the way he hoped to teach this younger student. the struggles he had both in and out of school were often times expected to be overcome without help. He'd always felt that he could have been greater, better even, if someone had only just taken the time to help him. He was a young adult himself and still had very little knowledge of the full capabilities of his own powers, but he hoped to accomplish a great deal more with his studies.
What his reasons were for wanting to study Dark Arts when his abilities did not cater to such forces, that was something he would not tell many people, but maybe one day the reason would become clear. Today was not that day. No, Today was the day he'd agreed to meet the boy he was supposed to tutor. Hopefully saving him from feeling the stress that he'd known growing up as well.
Pryderi had set up a series of cushions on the floor, a sandalwood box sitting on the outside of the setup, candles lit in the space left by the separated pillows. He sat on the far pillow, staring at the flames of one of the candles, allowing it's light to reflect in his crystalline eyes while he waited. His mind was elsewhere right then, the bones at the ends of his hair-ribbons dangling close to the fire, but he did not seem that afraid of the fabric catching fire.
All he had to do now was wait.
