Chesh had never bothered to take an ethics class because he had never truly bothered with ethics. That didn’t mean he wasn’t familiar with the teacher. He was familiar with many aspects of the school, being that he liked to listen and could easily go unnoticed. But that was another matter. This matter was the lady Eye Royesse, the woman with a reputation for being both sugary sweet and rather nasty to come across.
She had also been the one to accuse the entire town of being unprepared. Nay, she had told them they would fall.
This was what interested Chesh. Everyone else seemed so convinced of the opposite, he was quite interested in her new and much more interesting opinion. Frankly, he was interested in her answers, if she had any. He knocked on the door to her office, more concerned with discovering if she was inside than any actual manners.
If she wasn’t there, he would simply ignore the door and sort through her things on his own time. If she was…well he’d have to take a more conventional approach and actually have a discussion with her.
Things were moving fast and she would need to make a quick getaway before that nosey wizard came calling. No doubt he would at some point, she had managed to avoid him so far so a few more hours shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Trunks were scattered about the office as she went too and fro filling them up with everything she thought she might need.
When she heard the knock at the door she paused for a moment thinking it might be him.
Crossing to the mirror on her desk she waved her hand over it, revealing the outside of her door in the reflection of the mirror. A student, for that was all she could ascertain from the image, not boy, not girl, a student, not that it mattered. It wasn’t the wizard.
Chesh materialized several feet behind the older woman, somewhere near the center of the room, obliging her request to the utmost of his abilities. He looked around, noting the trunks strewn about the office with a look of bemused surprise. “It appears I have come at a terrible time, but at precisely the right moment. I do hate to be late.” He murmured, turning his eyes to Eve.
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to answer a few of my questions? I’m awfully curious with regards to your opinions on the invading army, which frankly I both share and do not share…depending on your answers I’m sure I could be swayed to share them more deeply, but truly that is not of your concern.” Chesh leaned on the back of a chair in the office, tilting his head curiously. “Where are you going?”
Eve gasped when she turned round and the stupid had simply materialised into her room. He hand flew to her chest and she closed her eyes for a moment. She was so glad she would be escaping this for a while. Glaring at the student while they spoke she continued to pack as quickly as she could. What a confusing bunch of nonsense the boy spoke she really didn’t have time for any of this.
“My opinion I feel was quite clear,” she said throwing some books in one of the trunk, “the best thing we can do is run, as I am doing now, as for where I am going, I cannot tell you that because if you were captured you might tell them where I went. So for the sake of answering your question I shall just say, away.”
Chesh waited patiently for the teacher to regain her breath, his grin remaining. It only faltered when his question wasn’t properly answered. Chesh was a master of equivocation, but he certainly wasn’t a fan of it when it was directed at him. He pursed his lips slightly, the tightness of a smile still tugging at the corners of his lips as if his mouth could do nothing else.
“I’m not finished.” He said forcefully. “I’ll accept your blatant evasion of my first question, but there is still much for you to tell.” Chesh wasn’t a very imposing form, being thin and gangly, but there was no telling what the cat could get up to. “What do you know of the opposing army? What has you so scared?”
Frankly, Chesh wasn’t so sure she was scared so much as she had her own self preservation in mind. It was a trait that Chesh could admire if he wasn’t too busy being frustrated from not knowing.
Eve rounded on the student, not taking too kindly to the forceful tone, she crossed the room so that she was in front of them and said, “Who are you to question me? You heard everything I had to say on the matter, the rest is up to you. Your safety is not important to me, I do not care what you do. It is up to you if you choose to listen to my advice or stay here and die like a fool with the rest of those idiots that think they’re heroes.”
Taking a step back she smirked and said, “All you need to know is that the leader of that army is heartless, he’s cruel, he is the very worst of the worst. There will be no reasoning with him, no talk of peace, he will kill those people on sight should they even dare to make him surrender. This man would murder children and not even blink…that is why you should run.”
Cursing herself for basically answering the students question she returned to packing and said, “If I were you I would get myself to that island. Immediately.”
Chesh didn’t move, accepting the brunt of Eve’s frustration with not but a lazy smile and a glint of victory in his eyes. The cat usually found that frustration was not unlike a truth serum; people could be so easily fed up with talking circles, solving riddles, and just plain being around Chesh that they often said what he wanted to hear anyway. At least now they were getting somewhere. “I have every right to question you because you seem to be the only person with an opinion based in some reasoning and not just what you believe is your destiny. Cowardice has a logical way about things that I appreciate. Though I can hardly say I appreciate logic as a general rule, I can certainly say I don’t have plans to die any time soon.”
Picking at his nails, Chesh grinned in a positively devilish fashion. “I’m not a hero, my lady.”
“What interests me,” he continued in a speculative tone “Is how you seem to know this general so intimately. You speak of his personality, no doubt you’ve heard the stories, but I wish you would tell me you knew something more. Something first hand.” Chesh giggled. “Wouldn’t that be silly? I suppose you’ve given me all you can, being that you’ve given me all that you will.”
Finally Chesh shook his head. “Don’t be preposterous. If we lose that island is the first place the army will attack. I’m not going near it. But I appreciate your cooperation all the same. I suppose you can go now.” He mused, still looking curiously about the room.