Peony/Foxe | After "How to Train Your Scholar" | G?
It just had to be a lecture for trainees, Foxe thought grumpily from his corner of the room. He stood by the door, poised and scowling, in formal armor that somehow made him even more intimidating than usual. Holding his harpoon in both hands, he pretended to be a statue and let the time pass that way, barely moving a muscle except for his wandering eyes.
Magic wasn't something that especially called to Foxe. And this stuff, the meditation and beginner tricks, seemed about as dull as squire training had once been to him. Foxe realized that the woman on stage was familiar and so tried to pay attention to her lecture but found it was soon tuned out by idle thoughts. He was certain Peony's lecture was good, it just wasn't something he cared to learn. So he scanned the room for anything out of the ordinary but only saw the back of young heads and the occasional wandering eye that seemed to fixate on his weapon.
When they turned away, he couldn't help but smirk.
It wasn't until it was over that Foxe relaxed. He exhaled and waited for the last scholar to exit the room, silently daring one to try something stupid so he'd have something to do. As he looked from young face to young face, he caught sight of Peony in the thinning crowd, quickly approaching. He'd meant to greet her once the room was empty but it seemed she'd beaten him to it. "It's good to see you, Peony," he said, smiling. "I'm alright. Good lecture," he said, nodding at the stage. "How're you?"