Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
At this point, Aurelia is a regular visitor to the Slagveld; she's kinda always here. At least, when she's not tangled up in other more compelling affairs or ventures. Usually, those will lead her back here anyway. Another reason to get stronger, another person to be better for.
When she enters the training area, she spots a familiar face. She doesn't yet make her presence known, however, much preferring to see what Melita can do before interrupting.
The staff in Melita's hands is dark. It pulses with some magical incantation. The look of it swinging through the air is quite fierce, all ounces of frustration and intention behind it. Aurelia's lips pull into a very small smile.
"Who's got you so riled up?" It's a casual announcement that she's been watching. Her shoulder is leaned up against a beam several feet behind Melita. A direct, open answer isn't expected, though.
So she steps forward, giving Melita a pointedly challenging smirk. "I bet you can't land a hit on a moving target." Oh, Aurelia knows Melita certainly can but this could be.. fun.
She's already prepared for an exercise like this, wearing clothes that allow for mobility and, actually, no boots. They were discarded near the entrance. Being barefoot allows for faster, more agile movement. Her arms go out, stance loose and a little lowered, smirk still planted on her face, eyes watchful; ready to move at any moment.
When she enters the training area, she spots a familiar face. She doesn't yet make her presence known, however, much preferring to see what Melita can do before interrupting.
The staff in Melita's hands is dark. It pulses with some magical incantation. The look of it swinging through the air is quite fierce, all ounces of frustration and intention behind it. Aurelia's lips pull into a very small smile.
"Who's got you so riled up?" It's a casual announcement that she's been watching. Her shoulder is leaned up against a beam several feet behind Melita. A direct, open answer isn't expected, though.
So she steps forward, giving Melita a pointedly challenging smirk. "I bet you can't land a hit on a moving target." Oh, Aurelia knows Melita certainly can but this could be.. fun.
She's already prepared for an exercise like this, wearing clothes that allow for mobility and, actually, no boots. They were discarded near the entrance. Being barefoot allows for faster, more agile movement. Her arms go out, stance loose and a little lowered, smirk still planted on her face, eyes watchful; ready to move at any moment.
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
