[A sudden flash of blinding light from one of the group students that somehow coalesced around his person is met with burst of unrestrained and frankly rather cruel laughter.]
That would make more sense if planned to blind everyone and yourself. At least you have good aim.
[The poor student visibly shrinks with an utter confusion on his face. Was he just praised or insulted? Or both? It's both. With Fëanor it's usually both. There's no way for him to clear the confusion, because Fëanor's attention is on someone else completely. Someone who has just entered the practice room, but is ostensibly not interested in the general commotion. Someone who lacks the shadow hanging over everyone else. Or does he? Fëanor leaves the group without a word and crosses the room straight to the person that caught his interest.]
Who are you?
[He demands. It is what he always does. No hello, no introductions. Those are pointless when what he really wants to know is if the other person is also an Elda.]
( mwahahaha never be sorry )
That would make more sense if planned to blind everyone and yourself. At least you have good aim.
[The poor student visibly shrinks with an utter confusion on his face. Was he just praised or insulted? Or both? It's both. With Fëanor it's usually both.
There's no way for him to clear the confusion, because Fëanor's attention is on someone else completely. Someone who has just entered the practice room, but is ostensibly not interested in the general commotion. Someone who lacks the shadow hanging over everyone else. Or does he?
Fëanor leaves the group without a word and crosses the room straight to the person that caught his interest.]
Who are you?
[He demands. It is what he always does. No hello, no introductions. Those are pointless when what he really wants to know is if the other person is also an Elda.]