Thestral Outing ( Open )

[shava44]

Moving to the forest, Fharl carried a sack over his withers in a harness, keeping his hands free as normal. Over one shoulder he had his quiver and arrows, the long knife in the harness belt itself across his chest. He trotted at the moment, seeing no reason to delay, but as he got to the edge of the forest he slowed, alert for any signs of creatures where they should not be. While he did not expect trouble, there was a small war between the Centaurs and the Acromantula currently, with some skirmishes between the werewolves and the trolls as well and though it was going on a good distance from the school's actual grounds, he was alert for spillover. After the battle of Hogwarts he had been told a good amount of extermination against those monster spiders taking place from several groups to force their numbers down to more reasonable numbers.

Apparently the centaurs considered them enough threat they were worth knocking back down some again. Why the few werewolves in the forest (who were quite a long distance from the castle far away) had decided to use their moon cycle to draw the trolls into it with the spiders he wasn't sure, but it certainly was making things entertaining deep in the forest! As he got to the classroom area he passed it farther in to a second clearing where he made several sounds with his hands at his mouth, a call to a certain group to get their attention. Hagrid had been rather intelligent to do the things he had, teaching different groups different calls and such as well as different locations for meeting them for checks and such. The man had always come across as someone off their rocker in his attitude towards certain treatments, but the animals of the forest respected him it seemed.

Or at least had learned they couldn't hurt him so easily. Fharl had to be a bit more careful.

Turning at the waist, he grabbed the bag and undid it from the holding harness before lowering it to the ground and making the call again. As the thestrals began to come across the clearing, he nodded and bowed slightly, getting the return from them as he began putting down apples, piles of grains, and when one nuzzled his arm he rubbed it's head with a smile and fed it some treats from his pocket -- which got several others coming closer. "All right, all right, there's plenty don't worry yourselves. You just work on your breakfast first, ladies and gentlemen, everyone will get the same amount." It took a few minutes to get them all treats and settled eating what he had brought as he continued to lay down piles. At some point he realized there was someone standing nearby just past the barrier (a very short little fence, mostly to visibly stop kids) and turned his head before saying "Yes? Did you need to speak to me?"

He noted the thestrals were not near that side as if on purpose. He should have noticed faster.

[Alleyne Sinclair]

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Alleyne wasn't sure what had driven her to walk around the grounds that day, her original plan had been to hang out in her dorm or the Clock Tower and write. But for some reason when she'd actually sat down and tried to write, she'd found herself with an annoying case of writer's block. It had been annoying, especially considering she had a half finished poem she'd started a couple of days ago, just waiting to be finished. But upon realizing that apparently wasn't happening, and then seeing how nice it was outdoors despite it being the middle of November, Alley had found herself wandering outside the castle, and onto the grounds.

As she neared the forest and the Caretaker's hut, she noticed the dueling professor, the centaur, she thought his name was Fharlomara, but she wasn't sure as she didn't take his class, and never really had much reason to speak to him, was talking to and feeding seemingly invisible creatures near the edge of the forest, just beyond a small fence. Making her way closer, and stopping near the fence, she watched curiously, trying to find the right way to ask what he was doing without seeming rude or bothersome. Suddenly, he turned and noticed her standing there, and asked her if she needed to speak with him. Alley blushed slightly at being caught just standing there, seemingly being incredibly nosy. "I.. urm no... I didn't need to speak with you," she said, her voice gaining confidence as she continued to speak, "I was just walking by and... I was wondering... who... I mean to say, what are you talking to and feeding Sir?"



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[shava44]

He wasn't familiar with the young female girl, but she was old enough to have taken the Care of Magic Creatures class. Surely she had time to learn about the creatures? He turned towards her more slightly and then tilted his head at her. "Can you not see them? Then you should be very happy about the fact you can not. These are the wonderful" one shoved his elbow and he pushed back, blocking the nose that tried to get into his hand to get more treats. "silly creatures are the ones that pull the carriages from the train station. Remember the empty harnesses?"

Fharl saw her realization and smiled. She might figure it out on her own, but he'd probably need to give her a slight shove. "Hogwarts is a rare place, having a domesticated herd. Do you remember your creatures class? You should have studied them at some point, at least on the books themselves." Turning back he spent another moment helping the rest of them get their food and then returning to her side of the fence as they made short work of the piles and apples. "I suppose it is a shock seeing something eating when you can not see it."

The rules were a bit different for those who killed and hunted often and saw many things happen in the world. And even though he had not been raised amongst centaurs, he had seen more then one death of someone, fortunately not someone he had personally known. "Thestrals are rather fascinating creatures, honestly, though I care not for them being domesticated. They should be wild and free as all creatures should be." He looked at her to see her reaction, wondering what she would say about them. As they finished off the last of the apples, the herd turned and made their way back towards the edge of the forest.

"So since I know you don't practice dueling nor need help with your higher spells, what is your favorite part of Hogwarts class wise?"

[Alleyne Sinclair]

like an echo pedal, you're repeating yourself
WHY ARE YOU STANDING IN ONE PLACE?

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As the professor asked if she could see them, and then said she should be happy she couldn't, going on to say that these were the wonderful, silly creatures that pull the carriages from the train station, something clicked in Alley's mind, she knew this. She had definitely heard about these creatures in Care of Magical Creatures, but their name...she couldn't seem to remember what they were called. As she strained her mind, biting her lip, trying to remember, he went on, saying Hogwarts was a rare place for having a domesticated herd, as he continued to feed the invisible creatures. Returning to her side of the fence, he spoke again, saying he supposed it was a shock to see something eating, but not being able to see what was doing the eating, and she nodded. "Yes it is a slight shock, but its more that it got me curious... " she said.

After a couple of moments he spoke again, saying Thestrals were fascinating creatures, but that he didn't care for them being domesticated, that they should be wild and free as all creatures should be. Realization came over Alley, Thestrals, that's what they were! "Thestrals... of course... that's why I can't see them isn't it?" she said, "I've... I've never seen someone or something die." She continued watching with him, as all the food on the ground slowly disappeared, before the eating seemingly stopped, at which point Alleyne assumed the creatures probably made their way towards the forest, wanting to be away from people, well, specifically her. On one hand she was glad she couldn't see them, she would hate to see someone, especially someone she cared for, die. But at the same time, she still couldn't help but wonder about the creatures, and wish she could see what the creatures looked like.

At this point the professor asked that since he knew she didn't practice dueling or need help with higher spells, what was her favorite part of Hogwarts, classwise. She took a moment to ponder this, before answering him, as it was a difficult question. "Honestly, I guess it would have to be Transfiguration. I mean yes, it is a very difficult class, but I like a challenge. And I love being able to turn one thing into something completely different," she replied with a small smile, "I do like Care of Magical Creatures too, but I wouldn't say it was my favorite."



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[shava44]

Noticing she was thinking furiously, Fharl continued to feed her clues, amused to see recognition of what he was saying in her face, but the name was clearly avoiding her conscious thought. Centaurs were much harder to read faces on, he had noticed, being mostly a stoic race of beings. Humans wore their emotions out for everyone to see and thus were very easy to read once you learned their general body language. This child was no different in that and he was as pleased as she was when she finally made the connection. "Very good. Yes, a very clever bit of magic to have developed I must admit."

Not that everyone would have appreciated their special cover, but Fharl did. The adaption of even magical species was a fascinating study, figuring out how they developed such curious ways of defense in their evolution, but it had never been his main study. "Very noble beasts, though rather spooky as well I think. Seeing them for the first time brings it all back to people I understand. What happened, I mean." She seemed bright enough, just focused and not against his species either he saw, another point in her favor. Those who called Centaurs crossbreeds had no idea how insulted the centaurs were. Personally he thought it far more likely humans were descended from giants...

Not that the giants would ever be likely to admit it.

"Interesting," he said meaning it, "do you not wonder whether said items would like to be changed or do you have any concept about inanimate life? There are those in the world who believe that every object has a consciousness, just not one we can appreciate. Even rocks." Fharl glanced down at the rocks of the path and ponder for the fifteen thousandth time if their slowlife let them even be conscious of humans at all. "Of course, with a rock's lifetime of being worn down over thousands of years it might not ever be aware we ever existed. Time is, after all, a human creation." As with most of his species, Fharl had a way of thinking which caught some people by surprise, especially when they studied what he had said later on.

[Alleyne Sinclair]

like an echo pedal, you're repeating yourself
WHY ARE YOU STANDING IN ONE PLACE?

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When he mentioned that thestrals were noble creatures, but a bit spooky he thought, that he'd heard seeing them for the first time brings it all back to people, the memories. Alley nodded thoughtfully. "That does sound a bit spooky, if not a little... sad? i don't imagine anyone wants to remember seeing someone die, especially if its someone they cared for." She couldn't imagine seeing anyone she cared about die... especially not Jasper. Hell whenever Jazzy was even sick it upset her, she didn't like seeing him like that. But then, he was her twin, she was sure she would always be that protective and attached to him.


Alley wasn't sure how to respond when he asked whether she wondered if said objects wanted to be changed, saying some people believed every object has a consciousness. She really never had thought about it that way. She'd never considered that inanimate objects might have a consciousness, but now that she was, she saw his point, if everything had a consciousness she doubted the objects appreciated being turned back and forth from one thing to another. But out loud, she simply said, "No... I'd never thought about that...."



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[shava44]

Looking at her with an odd look, he didn't follow the re-strictures about how it was rude to star at someone. "Sad? No, I would not think you were that type of person. Remembering one who is past should be the memory of what was good, kind, or fun about their presence. Enfold it like a blanket most memories will around you. Never surround yourself with sadness about someone, but joy in what they brought you, taught you about life." Putting a hand on her shoulder, kindly. Many young humans and centaurs alike did not learn about life till older, or at least once they had lost someone very close to them. It was a tough lesson.

"Remembering them in other ways often comes from a flaw in your thinking or something you are avoiding dealing with. Death comes to all at some point, there is no avoiding that. Remember with sadness means you think you could have done something, usually when you could not but you refuse to believe. Anger means unresolved issues inside you, not in those that have passed on." Then again, most youngsters even with experience were so emotionally unstable as to grasp on anything with teeth and not let go even when they did themselves damage. Silly ones to not listen to those who had lived longer, gain from their experience.

"Well, give it some thought. It changes the entire subject, see? Then it becomes a matter of respect." He lowered his front hooves in a bend and at the waist bent to pick up a stone and hold it in his hand in front of her. "Then when you use that magic, you start your spell by asking it if it would be willing to change." He lifted his hand to eye level and the stone wiggled in his palm slightly, "then you rather then force it, tease it into a new shape." and the stone kind of poured into a new shape, which happened to be a little cabochon of stone in the shape of her face, the worry and stress erased away.

Smiling he slid it into her hand and patted her on the head. "Then there is no problem and oddly, it works better for effect. I often find it easier actually once I have gotten permission." She would have noticed he used no wand nor made any verbal commands.