[So Yuan is handling Tethe'alla because he still has some semblance of a network of contacts there, and because he can make contact with the ninja, who've been willing to work with him before. It is, however, riskier now to travel openly. Especially with the current Pope's decrees. Strangers may be meant to be welcomed by the Church, but when those strangers are wandering half-elves, especially in and near the capital city?]
[Less so.]
[So he makes himself at home in the vast library, overseeing things, with an eye to eventually moving into a more trusted position as he "proves himself," and people get used to the comings and goings of the blue-haired half-elf, which is what he was aiming for in the first place.]
[Today's a cold day, which Yuan lets bite at him on those few occasions he's outside. Inside is for books, and warmth, and there's a sort of meditativeness in the work he's using as a cover, and-- there's a small, red-haired child making a good attempt not to be seen as he slips into one of the far corners.]
[Yuan may be some years removed from Cruxis, but he does know who the Tethe'allan Chosen currently is.]
[He gives it a little while before he heads the same way, a few books in the crook of one arm as an excuse. If nothing else Yuan is curious, and there is some vague sense of responsibility for having helped arrange the situation that has led to the boy's existence and current position.]
[He reaches past the boy for one of the larger books, drawing it back to examine what he's looking at. Just as promptly Yuan shoves it back in, grimacing. The less about the mana lineage he reads, the better.]
You're mostly going to find religious texts in this corner. I'd have thought you'd want something different.
[It's dry, quiet as befitting their locale, but not hostile.]
no subject
[Less so.]
[So he makes himself at home in the vast library, overseeing things, with an eye to eventually moving into a more trusted position as he "proves himself," and people get used to the comings and goings of the blue-haired half-elf, which is what he was aiming for in the first place.]
[Today's a cold day, which Yuan lets bite at him on those few occasions he's outside. Inside is for books, and warmth, and there's a sort of meditativeness in the work he's using as a cover, and-- there's a small, red-haired child making a good attempt not to be seen as he slips into one of the far corners.]
[Yuan may be some years removed from Cruxis, but he does know who the Tethe'allan Chosen currently is.]
[He gives it a little while before he heads the same way, a few books in the crook of one arm as an excuse. If nothing else Yuan is curious, and there is some vague sense of responsibility for having helped arrange the situation that has led to the boy's existence and current position.]
[He reaches past the boy for one of the larger books, drawing it back to examine what he's looking at. Just as promptly Yuan shoves it back in, grimacing. The less about the mana lineage he reads, the better.]
You're mostly going to find religious texts in this corner. I'd have thought you'd want something different.
[It's dry, quiet as befitting their locale, but not hostile.]