Nelís's auriferous eyes laid onto the approaching man, only picking up the last of his sentence. He immediately came to conclude that this man had attended this school before, perhaps a teacher? Not long did he have to muse before his gloves were ripped right from his hands, nearly equivalent to being barren for him. Cool air enveloping his skin didn't bring comfort. It brought the most horrible forms of insecurity, and Nelís didn't know how to function with.. bare hands. Meditating had always been his resort, definitely cleared the mind, and gave him some, if not all, dominace over his talents.
"N-No, I wasn't aware," though he had answered he was far from the question, and instead itched for his gloves back. However, the fact that the man claimed to sense Nelís's advent was intriguing. He could quickly assume that the man was an illusionist as well.
With Aidas having so much to say Nelís could only listen as he was guided to the beginning of the line. Was this skipping? He didn't dare see if it was with the fear that there would be a few nasty glares aimed his way. "More illusionists?" This spiked his attention, his head whipping back to look at Aidas, "How.. How many will there be?" To his dismay, the question was left to sit when he saw that the man was no longer there, replaced with puffs of white, scentless smoke. Now Nelís was left to deal with this new-found uncomfort and sat in the chair, cautiously rolling up his sleeve for the insertion of a needle.
"N-No, I wasn't aware," though he had answered he was far from the question, and instead itched for his gloves back. However, the fact that the man claimed to sense Nelís's advent was intriguing. He could quickly assume that the man was an illusionist as well.
With Aidas having so much to say Nelís could only listen as he was guided to the beginning of the line. Was this skipping? He didn't dare see if it was with the fear that there would be a few nasty glares aimed his way. "More illusionists?" This spiked his attention, his head whipping back to look at Aidas, "How.. How many will there be?" To his dismay, the question was left to sit when he saw that the man was no longer there, replaced with puffs of white, scentless smoke. Now Nelís was left to deal with this new-found uncomfort and sat in the chair, cautiously rolling up his sleeve for the insertion of a needle.
