[In Person]

[stalking_horse]

[On one of the upper walkways of the village, Saguru has found a place near one of the low tables with the feast spread; he's ... well, sort of trying to stay out of traffic and watch, holding a "mug" made out of some kind of hollowed out gourd or plant, giving the contents occasional odd looks.]

[He's occasionally wandering a little - still trying to avoid the main traffic of tiny fuzzy things, but looking around for other "residents" in between investigating the food and picking up a little bit of different things here and there; he's not entirely hesitant, though he does seem a little...well, lost.]

Strangest Thanksgiving she could've come up with.

[No, he is not that genre savvy on this one.]

Comments

[stalking_horse]

You've already mentioned dealing with things that threatened your life; I'm working on dealing with my own problems back home myself, but ...

I'd rather at least have you talking to me than be here and know something is wrong but be shut out and left to know you're hurting, but not be able to do anything at all.

[movingforces]

Yes, well, unlike you, I am sort of a walking arsenal of things that can hurt people, if only I would come down from my ivory tower now and again.

[...That's... probably a little too telling about what she actually thinks of her magic.]

[stalking_horse]

It's not everything that you are... or everything it has to be. [Yes, he is ... well, kind of worried, now.]

And - honestly it would hurt more to lose you than anything else that could go wrong.

[movingforces]

[Tris is looking down at her hands. It still seems like the sort of thing--] It still hardly seems-- right that I'm given this much power only to essentially ignore it.

[Tris's head snaps up at that, and she just... looks at Saguru.]

[stalking_horse]

You do what you can with it, and if that means sometimes not using it where someone else would've abused it, that's still something.

[He's sitting with his drink and a faint shrug.] I don't find a lot of people where I can actually carry on a conversation without losing them, or ending up getting looked at like there's something wrong with my head; I didn't have much at all in the way of friends before I came here... not having a lot of people means the ones you have are important.

[movingforces]

[Tris narrows her eyes and nods a little.] ...Don't I know it.

[She's seeming less-- bothered, at least. Maybe not smiling, but it's a start.]