The trouble with Fey Relations

Mina shakes her head, also a bit puzzled by the girl's rambling. I guess let's just... head to the school...

Mina turns to Aizashi, murmuring quietly: We could suggest that I'm here to identify who among them might have developing spellcasting or healing skills...? This would give me the chance to check them for enchantments....

Aizashi waves back at the children who were waving at him. After hearing Mina's suggestion he tells her It sounds like a good idea to me. Certainly better than any I might have had. with a small chuckle.

Mina smiles nervously as they enter in through the doors. Okay, just... You do the talking. I... public speaking.... Not my thing, she titters self-consciously.

Of course, no problem. Maybe we can already engage the children before the priest comes.
With that Aizashi heads of into the church.

Using his acrobatic skills Aizashi shows the children that skills they have used and honed since their early childhood can be used to effortlessly and gracefully overcome many obstacles by vaulting and jumping over tables.

Similarly he introduces them to the concept that their childhood brawls can lead them down the path of possibly becoming skillfully fighters in their own right.
Lastly he throws a few of his darts and some of the support pillars before having the idea of letting the children try as well under his guidance.

Mina allows Aizashi to take the lead at first, standing by quietly. She reads the group, noting which children seem to be hanging back from all of the buoyant physical activity. She smiles at one of them, noting they have a skinned elbow. She gathers the quieter kids around, and, with a kindly nod requesting permission, she removes the finger caps from her glove and touches the wound, attempting to heal it. To this group of quieter kids (which would include the little girl in question) she explains how compassion can be an even more powerful force in the world than physical prowess. While she acknowledges that sometimes physical force is necessary to intervene when there is a problem, she talks at length about how suffering and violence are cyclical, how the abused grow into abusers, and explains that the best way to interrupt those cycles is through healing and understanding. She then asks if any of these children would like to be checked for any developing magical abilities.

Astonished by the man's outburst, Mina shrinks back, squeezing her eyes shut and raising her arms up to protect her head. Frozen in this hunched position for several long seconds, she starts to whisper.

We are all afraid... We are all afraid... She repeats this to herself like some sort of mantra. Finally, she opens her eyes and looks up at the priest, offering him the sweetest, most genuine smile she can muster. My powers are greater in this chapel because they are god-given. I can heal all hearts, even yours... She extends her hand toward him in invitation, open-palmed. It trembles only slightly. It's normal to be afraid of that which you don't understand, but you are safe with me...

Noticing the priest storming towards Mina, Aizashi calls to him, Be calm and he puts himself into a position where he could intervene if the situation resolves into a confrontation, ready to spring into action if the priest should lay a hand on anyone or to step in, in case Mina can't recover from his verbal onslaught.
He relaxes a little when Mina responds only to tense back up when she reaches her hand out to Malgrim.

Mina straightens as she lowers her hand, her ears down and her tail tucked between her legs. Her ears perk up as she looks at the frightened faces of the impressionable children, offering them a kindly little smile and nod of reassurance, even as her own body shudders with adrenaline. She crouches down to talk to them.

Your master teacher is a very smart man, and I'm sure he is very wise in his own way. He-- He is also very frightened -- I'm guessing because a fey might have harmed him in the past? -- and now, and now he thinks all fey are bad, which isn't true, she says in her thin little voice. She looks a little like she might hyperventilate, but she pushes on, standing and teetering up to the chalkboard. Hating someone solely because of their race or-- or for their traditions or practices... That's called p-prejudice. She lifts a white piece of chalk and with a shaky hand starts to draw a heart on the board with big wobbly lines. But divine love is not limited to one race or people, she goes on. It is accessible to us all.... And as- as Master Malgrim overcomes his fears and- and grows in wisdom, he will come to this understanding, as well. But he still has a long road ahead of him. May the gods bless him on that journey. The chalk snaps in half as she finishes drawing the heart. Mina stares at the end that's still in her hand, then sets it down quickly and awkwardly, turning back to the class and folding her hands in front of her.

Mina wavers on her feet once, and her eyes widen as he forehead breaks into a sweat. She starts for the exit, almost making it all the way to the door before her knees try to give out.