05-13-2020, 01:32 AM
Unlike Ivan, Alaric chose not to dwell on the philosophical. He greatly preferred the realm of science, and clung to it like a child clings to their parents. He found a sense of grounding buried in his medical journals and worn biology textbooks that the classic stories simply could not convey. He could not see the purpose in founding one's morals upon what some dead human had chosen to scribble down and publish. Instead, he chose to develop his own morals, even if in the end it meant that someone might disagree with him and the way he thought. Deeper meaning was an afterthought—yes, Alaric was perceptive of underlying thoughts and motives, but he chose to ignore them. If someone can't come out and say what they want to say, what's the point of trying to pry out a real reason? Frankly, Alaric didn't have time for that, and he didn't really give a shit either.
The tabby glanced at the younger feline as he spoke. Ivan's unfondness for plants wasn't a surprise. Growing up surrounded by two medics who cultivated their own herbs, and whose entire jobs revolved around application of said herbs, it no big shocker to Alaric that the child didn't like them. They tended to have powerful and pungent aromas, although some (like lavender) were generally pleasant.
What did surprise him, though, was Ivan's sudden dart forward into the underbrush. It caught him off-guard, and for a moment he stood there just like that before realizing that he was meant to follow. And so he did. Alaric emerged on the other side and was greeted by Ivan's voice. The tabby took one look at the plant before recognizing it as thyme, a topical disinfectant. It had its other uses, but it certainly was not his favorite. "This," Alaric began, "is thyme."
He was momentarily taken aback by the tyke's question. Icy blue eyes regarded him thoughtfully for a moment. Was he really going to tell someone so young the real reason why? No, he decided eventually, wanting to keep it vague so as to not scar the kitten. "There was, at one point, a time at which it would have been nice to have," the male stated carefully so as to not slip up or mince his words.
The tabby glanced at the younger feline as he spoke. Ivan's unfondness for plants wasn't a surprise. Growing up surrounded by two medics who cultivated their own herbs, and whose entire jobs revolved around application of said herbs, it no big shocker to Alaric that the child didn't like them. They tended to have powerful and pungent aromas, although some (like lavender) were generally pleasant.
What did surprise him, though, was Ivan's sudden dart forward into the underbrush. It caught him off-guard, and for a moment he stood there just like that before realizing that he was meant to follow. And so he did. Alaric emerged on the other side and was greeted by Ivan's voice. The tabby took one look at the plant before recognizing it as thyme, a topical disinfectant. It had its other uses, but it certainly was not his favorite. "This," Alaric began, "is thyme."
He was momentarily taken aback by the tyke's question. Icy blue eyes regarded him thoughtfully for a moment. Was he really going to tell someone so young the real reason why? No, he decided eventually, wanting to keep it vague so as to not scar the kitten. "There was, at one point, a time at which it would have been nice to have," the male stated carefully so as to not slip up or mince his words.
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