Elon made a bit of a face and turned his eyes downwards. Her words had hurt him a bit. There were instances when he thought the same, that he ought to do something worthwhile in his life. Then, he thought of how he could never surpass Great Aunt Ignatia's accomplishments. Furthermore, he didn't really like anything enough to pursue it as a career. He loved dueling, but the closest thing to making it a career was becoming an auror and there was no way Elon Wildsmith could put in the effort and devotion into doing that. Perhaps he could become a professional duelist? Or a criminal.
He wished he had the familiarity to share his thoughts with Miss Dawson. He couldn't really talk about this with anyone. Elijah and Venusia wouldn't understand. While they were also wealthy, they had dreams and ambitions of their own. Furthermore, they didn't have any important relatives to surpass. At best, Elijah could simply not become a werewolf and be more successful than that disowned cousin of his.
He also felt somewhat bad for shit-talking healers before. He gave Miss Dawson a shippish smile. "Perhaps I could become your patron! Sponsor your research so you discover the cure of dragonpox, or lycanthropy. Then, you wouldn't have to work for a wage, you would be your own woman!" He was mostly joking, however. He couldn't really go around giving people money, at least not until he inherited. Still, he rather liked the thought of being a patron of the arts and sciences. He could live vicariously through other people's success.
He wished he had the familiarity to share his thoughts with Miss Dawson. He couldn't really talk about this with anyone. Elijah and Venusia wouldn't understand. While they were also wealthy, they had dreams and ambitions of their own. Furthermore, they didn't have any important relatives to surpass. At best, Elijah could simply not become a werewolf and be more successful than that disowned cousin of his.
He also felt somewhat bad for shit-talking healers before. He gave Miss Dawson a shippish smile. "Perhaps I could become your patron! Sponsor your research so you discover the cure of dragonpox, or lycanthropy. Then, you wouldn't have to work for a wage, you would be your own woman!" He was mostly joking, however. He couldn't really go around giving people money, at least not until he inherited. Still, he rather liked the thought of being a patron of the arts and sciences. He could live vicariously through other people's success.
