Winter of 30th of 92nd.
The nearly aged man spoke with a low volume as he had decided to pour a cup of tea without the Pycon's consent. [color=green] "Tails, you need to focus more here let me get you a cup of tea from my teapot here"Flick Featherson, a man in age, handed Tails the cup of tea. It was nearly as big as the Pycon. Well, Flick didn't necessarily hand it to him, he left it on top of the table near where Tails stood. "I just don't understand. What am I possibly going to find through emotions?"The straw that was placed by Flick stirred by itself as it floated within the liquid. "It is not about what your supposed to understand. Its about discovering what you find."
Tails took a few steps, his clay like tail swayed with little excitement as it had a mind of its own. The Pycon took a sip from the liquid and sighed heavily."Not to fret my little friend. You can find a lot about emotions. Now, try imagining what I'm feeling right now."Aursitics was an easy magic to learn, but learning of others emotions was hard. Especially if someone was marked by the Goddess Gnora. Whom gives her children the capability to either manipulate their emotions. Or even conceal them. Tails sighed once more as he kept his stance, standing on his carved human feet. The feature helped a lot as he realized why humans would at least need feet.
The table felt cold, even to Tails. The hard wood, recently polished. Burnished over the sunlight that shone through the small living room. Flick's house was of decent size, it was big. To big for two people. Tails thought. But, he imagined his own apartment at the Solar Winds. Was his just as big? Or was it smaller? He wasn't quite sure. But, what he was sure on, was the fact that he wasn't getting anywhere. And he was starting to get tired. "But, really. What is so important about emotions? How would things be easier for me once I have figured out how they are feeling?"Tails asked with such mistrust. He didn't quite grasp that part either.
Why do we beings of existence, need to have emotions? Well, possibly so that we don't become like the un-dead. Was it normal to not feel anything worth meaningful? Tails wanted to explore all that he could about Aurstics and its abilities. He wanted to yearn all of the special attributes that the magic could bear. "Here, lets take our mindsets off of the emotional set of things. I have brought in a few family possessions, you think you can handle finding out its auras?"
He walked towards a chest, one filled with special objects that Flick had collected. One was a dagger. And another item Flick had brought, was an arrowhead. Two strange objects that Tails hadn't understood why he would have such things. "You keep that kind of stuff within there? why not have them up on display? If they are family valuables?"It was almost rhetoric, but Tails wanted to know why. Flick paced across the room back towards the table and carefully positioned them. His eyes grew dark and deep as he had stared at the dagger.
"Try reading the daggers aura. Go on I won't offend you in any way."The dagger was longer in length then the Pycon, of course. Everything had to be big. But, when Tails steadied himself, he intentionally took his eyes and sized the dagger up and down. For a few ticks he wasn't able to find anything. But there it was, a dark hint of history flowed through Tail's mind. Well, not history particularly, more of a dark tone. Tails sensed blood, and murder that came from the knife. But he obviously realized that the knife itself didn't kill the people that its blade had dug deep into. It was...
Who was it? That was the question. The steam from Tail's tea flown throughout the small living area. Flick's stove top was just recently turned off as he had just taken off the kettle. Flick had his own cup and sipped it while Tails was zoning in on the dagger. Thinking of the daggers emotional concepts that it might hold and carry. Well, two were sensed. Blood, and murder. "I sense, the blood from the knife. And a hint of murder. But, how or why would you even have a dagger that was used to murder?"Tails asked seriously. He was intent on finding out, but does Flick actually trust him enough to reveal a secret that he had held?
Did Flick actually kill someone in warm blood? Or was it another person who killed someone that Flick was closely related to? The room grew silent, as Flick pondered a moment. He kept a long gaze at the dagger and didn't focus much on the arrowhead. "No, I didn't kill anyone. That dagger belonged to the person who had killed one of my good friends. I believe it was a dispute between something utterly stupid."Flick announced. The warmth of the sun that shone through the window grown brighter at the answer. As if Tails should accept it. So he did with a simple nodding gesture. "Now, the arrowhead." "What can you possibly figure out about that?"
