Thread: Lessons with the Master (Cheshire Smirk  and  Lunar republic)

RE Lessons with the Master Name her as you wish. As long as it's not Suzie. Topaz eyes narrowed at the words that rudely interrupted him. Of course she needed to pick up a weapon for Vallios to notice her in the training hall. Slowly Vallios turned to address the Daughter-heir with a gaze as cold as the steel he held in his hands. Once and twice Vallios looked the slight girl over, contempt evident in his features. This ignorant, stubborn and headstrong...Whelp was to be his charge?! Worse yet, he was to be her husband. A fate that Vallios had known he was resigned to from the day he swore fealty to House Ahn'khir. Weapons Master Vis'karr had made it clear from Vallios' first day of training after the War of the Bear that he would take Vis'karr's spot as Weapons Master when the time came. No matter how Vallios yearned to return to the Spine of the World, to the frozen tundra and the fires of his birth-people he knew that the honor burden he owed Vis'karr, owed House Ahn'kir was one he would bear to the grave. Fate's weave worked twisted webs that no mortal could unravel, it was best to accept and play your part. Yes. You in fact do. This is the Training Hall, not a tavern during the lazy hours of the evening. When you're here you're in my territory and you are on my schedule. Do not interrupt me in front of my students again. Now what is so incredibly important you are distracting these younglings from instruction that will some day save their lives on the battlefield? The words were a cutting rebuke with barely veiled animosity. Vallios was well aware of the Daughter-Heir's distaste for combat, for strife. The girl was soft like every other Southern-Blood pampered, privileged and out of touch with the truth of the world. Violence, naked force, has settled more issues in history than has any other factor, and the contrary opinion is wishful thinking at its worst. Breeds that forget this basic truth have always paid dearly. For a moment Vallios thought back to the War of the Bear, remembered being not but sixteen leading the charge aside his War-chief and a thousand of his tribe, all mounted astride bears white as the tundra. The memory of breaking through the city's gate in a howling flood of fury was still so sweet fifteen years after the fact. Vallios remembered the vicious siege his people had held Everend in for a bloody month, remembered how the Ruling Houses had sent scouts crawling on their bellies through the lines to call on any foreign aid for help. Best of all he remembered the Broken Fang treaties that kept these...Contemptible wretches from putting any foothold in his beloved tundra. It was no secret Vallios held open enmity for the people of Everend. However it was also known that the warrior was fiercely loyal to the man who had bested him in combat, to the house that had met his tribe's finest on the battlefield and fought to a man, refusing to give so much as an inch. Southern-bloods may be soft, but House Ahn'kir was certainly the least frail. At least...It had been under Matron Ahn'kir's leadership and Weapons Master Vis'karr's guidance. Did this...Girl understand what her mother had taught? Did she understand how to lead a house so drastically different from the other, softer ruling houses? Vallios is kind of a dick. xP