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Post by Faolán Laighaen on Jul 1, 2014 2:37:07 GMT
Faloán was sitting in the middle of the empty training room with his back to Raith’s side and his legs stretched out in front of him. His sword lay unsheathed across his thighs and his eyes were closed. The light grey drake was curled protectively around him despite the fact that Foalán was putting him to sleep by stroking his neck. The Pryfektus was taking a rare moment to relax before he hopped back into the business of the day. The next thing on his list was to meet his new Tiro. They were to meet in this very room and he had decided to get here early to take advantage of the empty space before she came. How long had it been since he had taken a moment like this? Far too long. Perhaps he should do this more often. It was peaceful, nice, he enjoyed it, and by the drake’s contented sigh, Raith enjoyed it as well. Faolán drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, opening his eyes. The Tiro should be here any moment and he should actually be looking like the Pryfektus he was instead of some bum sitting on the floor. Faolán gave a sigh, somewhat reluctant to move but he needed to. He moved his sword from his legs and stood, his movement causing Raith to lift his head then grudgingly clamber to his feet, warbling in protest all the while. Faolán gave him a small smile and sheathed his sword before he placed a hand on his drake’s muzzle. “Oh shush. You can go relax later, but for now you have to look impressive, got it?” The drake immediately sat up straight and bared his teeth in a partial snarl. “Perfect.” The door opened and Foalán turned to it, letting his smile drop to an unimpressed line. He tilted his chin up and squared his stance, his serious brown eyes examining the person who walked in. --- Tag: Thalia Lai'ore Notes: So apparently it doesn't want to tag you, and sorry this is late.
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Post by Harniet on Jul 1, 2014 3:35:32 GMT
Thalia jogged down the hallway, excitement coursing through her veins. Footfall after footfall brought her one step closer to the next important moment in her life. what would her mentor be like? From the information she'd received - which was less than she would've liked - his name was Faloán Laighaen, he was a Pryfektus, and he was known to be quite the serious and strict person. For a girl of her demeanor, meeting this kind of man was a bit daunting. But yet again, the longer she thought about it, the more and more that it seemed like what everyone was telling her was right; she needed someone to ground her. Not in the punishment context, but rather to knock some strictness into her. She'd grown up a pity party, and that was the last thing she wanted to be here. Long curls of golden hair flew out behind her as she passed corridor after corridor, looking for the right one. She slowed down to a brisk walk as she made her final turn, seeing the door that held her fate coming up fast on the right. Quickly, the girl roped her hair into a nice, tight braid behind her, the way most girls - and the long haired boys - did when battling or training. The more hair you had, the more leverage an enemy had over you. But as Thalia secured the braid with a tie of short black ribbon, she realized that cutting her hair just wasn't something she wanted to do. If her superiors made her she would, but until that day, her curls were safe. At last she arrived at the training room. Stopping outside, she took a deep breath. It wasn't that she was worried or afraid, but rather a subtle feeling of nervousness. Sure she had basic fighting skills, and was further practiced with a bow and arrow, but she'd never held a sword in her life, and her magic ... She shuddered. There was no way that thinking about that right now would help her. Instead, she bounced from foot to foot, bringing herself back and focusing on the present. Well, here she went. Thalia opened the door, stepping into the room. It was empty aside from her and her trainer. And his dragon. She bit back a smile as she entered their presence. The two males in front of her made impressive an understatement. She could almost feel the power radiating off them, and immediately she bowed her head, feeling the braid behind her slip over her left shoulder. "Hello, Sir," Thalia said, eyes still trained on the ground in front of her. "I am Thalia Lai'ore, and it's an honor to have been assigned to you as your Tiro." --- Tag: Faolán LaighaenNotes: Not a problem!
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Post by Faolán Laighaen on Jul 1, 2014 16:58:52 GMT
Faolán’s features shifted subtly. His lips pressed together, the corners shifting down ever so slightly in a frown. If she had been looking she probably wouldn’t have noticed. And that was just it. The girl, his Tiro, with her blond hair pulled tightly back had given him a once over then promptly looked down at the ground. Her eyes never left it either when she spoke somewhat timidly. This is what they had given him? A girl who couldn’t even meet him in the eyes? It would not do at all. He would have to remedy that. If her actions were out of fear or respect it didn’t really matter. A member of the Drakonrhedi couldn’t live always looking down. If they did they'd end up not living at all. The Pryfektus let his face rearrange itself into a rather unimpressed look. He clasped his hands behind his back and strode forward until he was standing in front of Thalia. His brows lowered as he leaned over and placed his face in front of hers. They would have been eye to eye if she had been looking up. “You’re who?” he asked. “Surely not my Tiro.” He drew up to his full height and looked down at her, fully aware of his intimidating posture. He was probably scaring her and he didn’t care, so long as she didn’t ruin her pants like one Tiro had years ago. He had been so frightened he peed right then and there which had fouled Foalán’s mood. “Surely not a Drakonrhedi either. After all, a Drakonrhedi knows to always keep their head up and their eyes focused. If they don’t they could end up dead.” He could have gone into detail, but that wouldn't be the brightest idea out there, after all he didn't need her so frightened that she never came back. Faolán turned and walked back to Raith in order to allow her to mull over what he had said. The snow drake lowered his head as Faolán reached up to scratch him between the ears. “Now then,” he said glancing over his shoulder, “ who are you?” The man let his hand drop back to his side and he turned to face Thalia, waiting for her answer.
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Post by Harniet on Jul 1, 2014 17:30:27 GMT
Mistake number one. How had she forgotten that Drakonrhedi never looked down? But then again, walking in with her chin held too high could've produced a similar scolding. Thalia listened intently as Faloán spoke, and kept her body stiff as he approached her. She could feel his breath on her face as he talked, and held her breath. But she didn't mind, and found herself more comfortable then than she had been when she'd first arrived. He wanted a Drakonrhedi, and that's what she'd give him. Letting go of her modest act, the only thing she now thought of was not going too far in the other direction. Thalia let the Pryfektus' words soak in as he spoke, picking out the small insults. She knew very well that her mistake had caused them, but they hurt nonetheless. She'd come to impress, to learn, and to grow, and not five minutes into it she'd already made a poor impression. The girl raised her head as he walked away, eyes rising as well. She looked at the back of his head, waiting for him to turn around. Only once did her eyes shift, and that was to catch the movement he made as he pet his dragon. But as she heard his voice carry across the room yet again, the emerald orbs shot up to meet his glance. Her mentor was baiting her to do better. Be better. He finished turning around, and Thalia was ready: Her jawline was set, her eyes meeting his, and her posture portraying her subtle change in mood. "I am Thalia Lai'ore." It felt better when she said it this time - stronger. And in that moment, she knew that however hard Faloán pushed her or insulted her, and no matter if it hurt or not, it would be for the best. --- Tags: Faolán LaighaenNotes: -
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Post by Faolán Laighaen on Jul 1, 2014 18:29:14 GMT
When he turned, she had lifted her chin and met his eyes. Her jaw had set and she held herself differently than when she walked in, more confidently, serious. Thaila said her name again this time with much more conviction and Faolán could see it in her green eyes. Much better. This was the exact reaction he had wanted from her and that was a good sign. If he had been any other man he probably would have given her a small satisfactory smile, but he wasn’t so he didn’t. “As you ought to know, I am Pryfektus Faolán Laighaen. I’m sure you have heard that I am a man of no nonsense that wishes nothing more than to completely ruin your life by other Tiros. That is not what I intend. I am not here, though, to hold your hand and to baby you when it gets hard. I am here to teach you, make sure that you are the best you can possibly be, and that you are prepared whether you like the means of it or not. And I have a feeling you probably won't. I have one rule at the moment, you will not talk back to me and you will not question any order I give you no matter how stupid it may seem. Understood?” Faolán began to walk to the desk that sat at the back of the room, his hands clasped behind his back. If she was smart enough she would follow. “So, enough of me," he said as he sat down in the chair behind it and looked at her, "Thalia, describe yourself. What are you capable of? What are your strengths and what weapon do you specialize in?” He wanted to gauge what she could do so he could start her training. Everyone was different and needed to focus on training in certain areas. Sure, he would see just what she could do later on, but right now he wanted to see what she said of herself. It had a dual purpose. It would tell him what type of person she was and what she thought of herself as well as letting him gain foreknowledge of what she could do. That, in turn, would help him decide what he should do as he trained her.
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Post by Harniet on Jul 2, 2014 0:55:35 GMT
Thalia couldn't help the small feeling of disappointment that she felt as Faloán made no recognition of her immediate compliance with his unspoken expectations. She wanted his approval, but not as much as she wanted to please him. How was she to know if she had if he wouldn't give her his feedback? But this was the real deal now. In her mind, she knew that there wouldn't be any nods of approval in the middle of battle. She'd have to know for herself. In this moment, she felt in her heart that she'd done what he wanted, and with nothing else to go off of, decided that she was doing all right. The blonde listened to his introduction with intense concentration, not wanting to miss anything. He was blunt, bringing everything right to the table. She indeed had known who he was, and had also heard the rumors. Although they had worried her, she'd put them aside, believing in seeing for herself. Apparently he'd heard them too. She appreciated his direct approach, and liked the fact that he was going to push her to her limits. How he was going to do so, that still alluded her judgement, but until then she was excited. The Pryfektus' first rule was anything but unreasonable, and she immediately agreed to it. "Absolutely, Sir." Thalia then watched as he moved over to a desk. The growing space between them bothered her, so she walked over as well, standing opposite him at the desk as he sat down. Again he spoke to her, and again she immediately replied. She knew full well that this question had many layers, but she would answer honestly and truthfully, letting a smidge of her true personality show through as she did so. "I find myself to be an ambitious girl who strives to achieve my full potential. With the correct training, there is nothing that I wouldn't try to be capable of. I am not the strongest Tiro, and am probably on the lower end of the scale honestly. However, I'm agile and attentive, and am quick to act. Many people in my childhood noted my energy and activity level, and decided to try and get me to focus in on it. Because of that, I specialize in the bow and arrow. It consumes my focus, narrowing my liveliness into concentration and determination." She took a small breath, one that was barely noticeable. --- Tag: Faolán LaighaenNotes: I always feel weird calling younger men sir. Makes them seem old LOL
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Post by Faolán Laighaen on Jul 2, 2014 3:02:39 GMT
She’d agreed without a single hesitation. Well good, that showed she actually listened. Getting a Tiro who listened made everything a whole lot easier for both of them. They could actually train without Faolán stopping every five minutes to tell them again what they needed to do. It had been a while since he’d gotten a good listener; he just hoped that it wasn’t going a first day thing only. So Thalia was a girl who already knew her weaknesses or at least some of them—the rest he’d find and weed out in the coming years—and knew her strengths. From her own words she seemed to be the more strategic energetic type who bounced around from one thing to the next but was taking steps to help herself concentrate by the use of archery. “Consumes her focus” she had said about it, and the first word was not one he liked to hear in this type of context. Consumed: to be completely taken over, to be used up until there was nothing left. If she was concentrating all of her energy and all her focus solely on one thing then she would miss everything else. Yes, it was good that it helped her concentrate and become more determined, but he could see the pitfalls focusing on one thing made. She needed to have that concentration and determination without that. He would make what she was doing now a stepping stone so that later on she could focus her energy without losing the sight of everything else. Faolán gave a brief nod, more to himself than to her. After this, he was going to have to see how skilled she was with a bow. It wasn’t his weapon of choice and he wasn’t a master at it, but he knew enough of it that he could maybe help. And if not, he could just send her to another Pryfektus or Iduneus who specialized in it. But for now, he was curious of her magic. What type did she wield and was she any good? “And what of your magic? What type is it and are you proficient in it?” --- Tag: HarnietNotes: xD I don't think he'd be too opposed to having her call him by his name.
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Post by Harniet on Jul 2, 2014 3:21:21 GMT
Thalia didn't know what his brief nod meant, but that was all right. Whatever she'd said, she meant. If there was a flaw, then it was something that needed to be brought to the table now, for both of their sakes. She knew her energy would be a problem. The 'growing out of it' theory was thrown overboard many years ago; there was no way she could lose it. She'd tried excessive exercise, less sleep, and even cut her meals down at one of the lower points in her life. But by sixteen she'd decided to face the facts. It was in her blood. It was in her magic. Which was Faloán's next question, and one she knew was coming. So why did it tense her up so much? Thalia knew she would have to tell him; either she brought it up, he would ask, or it would flip on her and he would see. At least it wasn't the last one. Memories flared in her mind of her youth, and the girl bit the inside of her lip as she tried to drag herself back to the present. There was nothing for her in the past aside from pain, so why drift there? Rather, focus on the future. She had a mentor now. It was a rare and far long shot, but maybe, just maybe, he could help her with it. Maybe. She took another breath, looking into the eyes of the Pryfektus in front of her. God, how she wished she was different. Less energetic, less sporadic, less her."I am a Pulsar, Sir. I have yet to hear of someone being proficient with it." At that moment in time, one of the hardest things she ever had to do happened. It took everything she had to keep her eyes on his. The only thing that kept her from looking away was the fact that it wasn't her fault she was a Pulsar. It wasn't her fault she was chaotic and uncontrollable. And it wasn't her fault she'd killed people with it before. --- Tags: Faolán LaighaenNotes: Hooray for chaos!
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Post by Faolán Laighaen on Jul 2, 2014 3:57:22 GMT
The confidence she had had suddenly dropped and he watched as she tensed. Interesting. Was she ashamed of her magic or her lack of its use? Whatever it was there was no need for that. Her eyes became unfocused as her thoughts dragged her away. Faolán’s own narrowed slightly. Perhaps something had happened long ago and his question had brought it back to the forefront of her mind. The girl finally managed a small breath and she focused back on him. Oh yes, he could see it there: her uncertainty, her doubt, her pain, but there was just a little bit of pleading and an even smaller sliver of hope held in her eyes too. A pulsar. Her magic was pulsar. Now he understood her sudden change of attitude, and he understood that flicker of hope he had seen. She was hoping that he could help her control it, that he could make it easier to bear, that he could help her not hurt anyone. Pulsar magic was definitely a dangerous magic to have. It almost guaranteed the user a shorter lifespan than the rest and a wariness that would always follow them, for the people around the user never knew when the powers might go off and hurt them, and the user never knew either. That is what must have happened. She must have hurt someone and didn’t want it to happen again. Thalia could barely keep his eyes. Yes, that’s what must have happened and she was ashamed. “Well,” Foalán said after a moment, “then we’re just going to have to make you that someone now aren’t we?” He knew what he had just given her: hope. How she would react to it, he had no idea. Positively most likely, but any more than that would be a shot in the dark. The man stood, pushing the chair away from the desk. “Go get your bow; I want to see what you can do.” --- Tag: HarnietNotes: Chaos makes everything fun!
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Post by Harniet on Jul 2, 2014 4:29:43 GMT
Hope indeed. Thalia didn't hold back the small smile that spread on her face. She couldn't. That was the first time in her whole life that someone offered to try and help her, rather than pity her and keep her at a distance. She knew it would be hard - near impossible. And it would probably hurt a few times. But she reveled in the chance. She was fired up inside with excitement, but that she chose to hold in. The only evidence of her true joy was in the bounce in her step as she jogged off to grab her bow. The sleek wooden weapon was hanging on the opposite side of the room. She'd placed it there the day she found out that this would be her initial training room. Next to it was placed her quiver, a fine holster made from deep brown bull leather. In it were several training arrows that were sharp enough to puncture the dummies and targets but blunt enough to only injure a person, not kill them. Thalia fingered the bow, running her hand over it's smooth body, and feeling it's balance as she plucked it from the wall. She quickly slung the quiver over her shoulder and onto her back, pushing her braid aside to make room. The girl took a moment to smile wide as she faced the wall, reeling it in as she turned and walked back over to her mentor. She surveyed the rest of the room as she approached Faloán, looking for the possible targets that he might have her aim for. There were the basics; stuffed dummies stood on wooden poles in the far right corner, faceless and floppy. Along the walls were lined padded targets, painted on with red and blue circles of paint. Then were the harder ones, the ones Thalia enjoyed a little more. The room held a myriad of colored glass bottles, and several large and small fruits. Those were always the best. They explode when she shoots them, bringing her to small laughs. Of course, neither of those would probably be used today. "Faloán - if I may call you that - What would you like me to shoot at?" --- Tags: Faolán LaighaenNotes: Wee, exploding fruits c:
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Post by Faolán Laighaen on Jul 3, 2014 0:07:34 GMT
She smiled at his words, beyond happy that he would help her. Faolán would indeed try his best, but sometimes one’s best wasn’t enough. He knew the dangers of her magic, he knew they’d have to take small steps in order to allow her to get used to wielding it, he knew that it would take quite some time for her to become comfortable with it, he knew that he would take the necessary measures to keep everyone safe, but what he wasn’t sure of is if it would help. Anything could happen and everything he could do would be in vain. Oh yes, he’d have to be extremely careful in making sure nothing went awry. Thaila practically bounded away to gather her bow and quiver, which she had happened to have stored it in the room earlier. Faolán moved to the front of the desk as she came back to stand in front of him. Faolán? He nearly arched a brow at her as she said his first name. Well then, I suppose she has become rather comfortable around me. Interesting. Much faster than the others. Telling her that I would help probably affected that. He said nothing about it though, wondering how she’d react. Oh indeed, where did he want her to shoot? Ah yes. There. Keeping his eyes on her, Faolán inclined his head to the wall on his right. “Middle target on that wall.” He didn’t say for her to go. In the midst of battle sometimes one only got the barest of information and had to act upon it. So here he was giving that little information, it was up to her to decide what she was going to do with it. Faolán watched her for a moment before he removed a wooden ball with a metal center from his pocket. Its diameter was roughly an inch and a half and easily fit into his palm. The man removed the knife from his belt and carefully inscribed several runes into the surface before he set on the desk, just in time for Raith to headbutt him in the shoulder asking for attention. The Pryfektus gently pushed his drake away murmuring, “Later,” as he did so. The drake gave a rumble of disappointment, but Faolán ignored him as he watched Thalia. --- Tag: HarnietNotes: xD Maybe later
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Post by Harniet on Jul 4, 2014 0:58:07 GMT
No reply, yet again. Thalia couldn't read what it meant this time, though. His expression didn't change; nothing. As an optimist, she always saw the good side of things, and this was no exception. Well, he didn't say I couldn't. Normally people would correct you if they weren't a fan of what you called them. Granted, she wouldn't call anyone nowadays a normal person, but until he told her she couldn't, then she would use what she preferred. And that was his name. She felt a pang of disappointment when Faolán went for a simple target rather than the fruit. Not that she was expecting him to, but it would've been nice. Thalia nodded her reply, breaking eye contact with her mentor so that she could observe her target. It was very plain, with three red circles painted on it, each bigger than the last. Overall, it was a very easy shot to make. It practically beckoned to the assailant to shoot it, pointing exactly where it wanted to be hit. Thalia put on a smile, fluidly sliding into her stance and, simultaneously, pulling an arrow from her quiver. She notched it with ease and pulled back the string, a small rush of adrenaline coursing through her. If Faolán was expecting her to wait from a queue, then it would be disappointment number two. Once she looked at her intended target, Thalia was locked on. In a movement that only took a fraction of a second, she aimed and released, then lowered the bow down to her side. She wanted to smile as she stared at the punctured red circle in the middle of the target, but thought better of it. Turning to her mentor, she pulled another arrow out from the quiver on her back, then asked, "What's next?" --- Tags: Faolán LaighaenNotes: Aww, ok lol
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Post by Faolán Laighaen on Jul 6, 2014 18:29:56 GMT
Faolán had to admit that the girl was good. It took her only a few moments to look over the target he had chosen, get into position, nock an arrow, and let it fly, all with a smile on her face. With a thunk the arrow had hit the center of the middlemost ring and she lowered her bow. Thalia reached for another arrow and instead of nocking it she turned to him and asked, “What’s next?” Both of Faolán’s brows went up for a moment. The man turned and began to walk, moving around the girl and not bothering to look at her. “There’s a Tiro, an archer like you, who is extremely proficient with a bow. Recently he was in a battle. It could have been over in a matter of moments if his aim had been true. He had let off several shots, striking the target, but missing the fatal points. Because of this he lost the battle, a friend, a limb, and nearly his life.” The Pryfektus stopped walking and turned to Thalia. The girl was now directly between him and the desk. “One shot is not necessarily going to be enough to stop an enemy. Several may not either, but whatever you do, do not turn your back or only make one strike because it was ‘perfect’. Perfect may not turn out to be so on a field of battle. Now, I don’t believe I said to stop, do you? Shoot again. Middle target, that wall. And keep shooting.” She would probably be disappointed, but he had a purpose to it which she would quickly find out. --- Tag: HarnietNotes: Try not to have her empty her quiver in your next post; I have a plan. *evil grin*
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Post by Harniet on Jul 6, 2014 19:07:59 GMT
Emotion. The man could show emotion. Thalia watched him intently as his eyebrows raised, wondering what she could have possibly done. There was no way it was out of impression; he must have seen hundreds if not thousands of better shots than that, even by a young Tiro. It also couldn't have been that she'd done something that wrong. She'd hit the target where it was meant to be hit, and then asked what was to be next. She kept her eyes on Faolán as he circled around her, making a 180 degree turn and lining up on the other side of her, placing her between the desk and him. During his walk, he began telling her a story, which only made her confusion greater. An amputee Tiro? Was he already expecting her to die? She was never fond of sad stories, but nonetheless she listened very closely to what he was saying. As he stopped and turned to look at her, she finally understood what had happened. The eyebrows, the story, everything. She had done what she was supposed to, but he wanted more. Not like that should be new to her now. Thalia had been getting his vibe from the beginning of this session, but now she was sure. He always wanted more than he asked for, but didn't expect it. Interesting. Her mentor wanted her to treat the stuffed square on the wall like it was a real, live enemy who could come up and stab her in the back with it's final breaths. She had turned her back to it, thinking it just practice. He saw it as her letting the enemy kill her, or escape. "Will do, -" Thalia nodded her consent, stopping herself before she said she was sorry. He wouldn't like that. As she turned, she smiled again. Maybe he wasn't that hard to understand after all. But for now she had to keep her head, and as she notched her arrow, she exhaled, ready for the rote thumping of arrows she was about to hear. The girl didn't expect all of them to hit the center, but as she released arrow after arrow, she was pleased that they all stayed inside the second circle. Well, all except for one, when the ship hit a small bit of turbulence. That one ended up on the red outermost line. --- Tags: Faolán LaighaenNotes: She's still got a few left c: By the way, would that amputee be Kaelan? :3
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Post by Faolán Laighaen on Jul 6, 2014 20:33:08 GMT
What was the girl even thinking? Thalia complied, voicing it and nodding as well but she had stopped herself from saying something else. What was it? It probably didn’t matter. Thalia looked back at the target and gave herself a moment to prepared for the volley she was about to let loose and shot. Arrow after arrow hit the target in rapid succession. She was doing well, not the best he had seen, but still well. The arrows, for the most part, were within the second red circle. Other mentors would probably have her shoot at other things by now instead of the same thing so that she could show off her skills. Faolán didn’t doubt her skills with a bow though. He wanted to see how focused she was. He wanted to see if he could break her concentration. He wanted to see how she would react to the unexpected. The girl was completely focused on her task now, but would she even see it coming? Without so much of a glance, Faolán took a step to the side and, using his magic, lifted the ball off the desk it had been previously sitting on. It had moved slightly from the turbulence earlier but it wasn’t enough to set off the Trigger rune he had carved, but now that it was in the air it was a completely different matter. The rune, as of its name, triggered the Serpent rune, causing the ball to launch itself horizontally, straight towards the far wall with Thalia in its path. It whizzed past her face and Faolán’s arm, struck the far wall and came hurtling back. Faolán could have stopped it if he so desired, but what good would that do? It wouldn’t show if she had good reflexes; it wouldn’t show if she could deal with something new and unexpected. All it would show was that he was always going to help her, and Thalia didn’t need crutches when she got into a predicament. No, she needed to learn these things on her own. --- Tag: HarnietNotes: Yep, my poor little Kaelan. He and Thalia should meet soon.
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