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The sight of a dark elf like boil was a curious thing. Curious for Frost in any case. Dark elves were not common, and they fell all over the spectrum in terms of race and species. This one- this one Frost was not sure. He'd never seen the boil before but it was worth merit to ask him if he'd shared any lore. The shadow son, he of the mirror was rumored to have been a dark elf, the polar to the green one.

So, when he saw the boil, (he'd vanished a few times here and there, a most curious thing), Frost took the initiative. "Good day." Simple greeting, the ghost bowed slightly. His tail might have swayed a bit. "I'm Frost in the Storm ah-" he held out a hand. "Might you be new here?"

The body language gave away enough, and combined with a natural predator’s instinct of when things were likely to simply run… Nervousness was common enough in the newer students, and Frost didn’t mind it, only treated it with less invasiveness. Or tried to at any rate. He was by no means a social expect but he iked to think he was polite and had a bit of tact and skill here and there in social groups. The wolfos had come a long way from scarentines after all. “Rosito. A pleasure. I have seen you here and there but I’ve not had a chance to speak to you.” He was trying to not seem creeper like but, it was hard to miss the boil and not be curious.

“It’s ah… not common for me to see one who resembles one of the dark. Er, dark elves that is. My people have a bit of lore associated with them and the green one. A bit of ah, a hero? He of the Mirror. Shadow Son. I am admittedly curious if you know such tales or… perhaps I assume too much. I’m a white wolfos of the north. Heir to the alpha. It it my duty to be knowing of such things."

Frost had only his nose, eyes and ears that could maybe had told him that what was in front of him was not a dark elf, but then he hadn’t really met one before. Aside from that one at Fright night. That one that he… he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure about that one at all. That one had seemed like the type to throw clay jars around. Where else was Frost supposed to keep his silver seeds? “Cold, but I call it home.” He sighed, missing the ice of true winter’s grasp. The light shifting of the boil had Frost giving him a bit more room. Perhaps he’d simply invaded the other’s personal space.

“The Shadow Son… I take it you do not know of the legend then. It’s.. complex. And a bit long really. A story told from various ways through various timelines. But in general… The Shadow Son is the Polar to the Green One, killer of my kind and kin. Born of light and warmth, the green comes to steal what is ours, to slay us, right down to the youngest pup. The Shadow Son does not seek this, though if we stand in his path it is folly. He is the will of the End. The one who is forged from Darkness itself, the king of nightmares. Though he stands in opposition to the Goddesses, he too is a apart of us- Er, I am not boring you am I? I tend to ah… go on.” Ears went back to his skull, clearly embarrassed. “Old habit, I was trained to recite in certain ways. Even if I’d rather just avoid those lessons and work on snow shifting.”

Head titled to the side as Frost tried to read the other student as best he could. Something that was proving exceptionally difficult. Frost wished to aid others, but if he was scaring students well then… this would not do. He didn’t want to put other students, especially new ones he’d never really seen before on edge as much as this one seemed to be. “Hm.” Frost didn’t move, remaining the comfortable distance away. “Stories are what allow us to keep cultures alive and thriving. They teach us without appearing do so. But yes, The Shadow Son opposes the green. He was created to do so. That is his purpose in a way, to be the opposition and hinder the progress of the Green, lest he cut all down and leave nothing untouched.”

A low tilt of his head, red eyes scanned the student. “Forgive me, but I get the impression I have given you need to distrust me or that I have made you uncomfortable. If so, please tell me. I do not aim to cause offense or anxiety needlessly. Much less for a newer student.” He was honest, tail sinking lower as the wolfos attempted to appear less threatening.

Which was… awkward for his posture at best.

Ah, well that was a good an explanation as any. Not a bad one, but it did clear a few things up. A slow breath and Frost nodded his head. “I see.” Looking around, the wolfos had to smile a bit at the idea he was one who wanted to be alone. “I am afraid that being by yourself in nearly impossible here. If I’d not come across you, some ghoul or boil would. If not them, a teacher. Or a minipet. Ah-“ she shook his head, “pardon, I don’t mean to sound negative, but it’s just a rather large school. Makes it easy to go unnoticed in some cases, easy in others. You’re a new student well… People notice these things I’m afraid. And truthfully, I don’t think you’re bad at the social thing. You just prefer what others do not. There is little wrong with that.”

His tail flicked. “If you wish to avoid people, myself included, it’s best done on the school grounds. There are many spots where you can blend in with the scenery after all. Plus, it’s a little less odd than seeing you lurking in shadows if that makes sense?

The last bit had Frost balk. “No importance?” He shook his head. “Afraid I can’t understand that one. Every student is significant and important in their own way, or at least to someone. A better turn of phrase might be that you would not stand out from the others who reside in shadows. After all, many shadow beings live on campus as well. They all hold some significance.”

Shuffling feet, eyes going to the shadows, Frost motioned to the snow. “I take to the snow when I do not wish to be seen. So I understand the desire to blend in. Hm, if you want to blend in… do not try so hard at it. When you appear to put all your effort into an act it becomes a part of a spectacle. The best way to blend in is to become a part of the student body rather than separate yourself from it.” He sighed trying to think if he was making sense.
“I hadn’t seen you before, hence why I noticed you on occasion. A new face if more noticeable one I see in passing in the halls often enough. In being new, balancing how often you are seen and how often you go unseen will perhaps aid in this. What better place to hide after all in plain sight?”

Frost smiled sadly, giving a shrug. “I think I have harassed you enough. If you ever do wish for company, or would like any help with blending in feel free to come find me. I’m often in the tea club room or my own dorm. If not leave me a message.” A tap to his nose. “Not the best tracker, but I might be able to find you by scent. But Rosito was it?” He looked around. “Don’t try to fade too much into the shadows. I imagine it’d get a bit lonely if no one noticed you the entire time you’re here.”