You have so much of everything but still you wanted more
Inclining her head in a graceful acquiescence of Zuriel's offer to heal, Seren breathed into the relief as the ache in her back began to subside. Deimos look of surprise was in itself surprising - why was that so strange? and Seren shuffled her feet somewhat awkwardly at his response.
"No... but this isn't a battlefield just yet, right?" They were just training. He a master of his craft, experienced and seasoned, while she was green and untested in every sense of the word. Weapon craft came easily to her, athletic and dexterous as she was... and always thirsty for acknowledgement, for praise. To know that this path she was on was not a mistake. And if she could surprise someone a little, awe and wow with her unexpected prowess so that they became impressed and saw something in her worth honing.... was that so bad?
Deimos meanwhile took all the fun out of it by being very matter of fact. It wasn't praise, but at least a bit of acknowledgement. Immediately cut by highlighting how far she had left to go.
Seren suppressed a faint sigh and looked towards the target dummies. There were faces adorning them, but whether the likeness was good or not she couldn't tell, having never actually met any of the persons the General so loathed.
The girl shrugged, offered Zuriel a reverant stroke on the neck in gratitude, and took her spear. Approaching the targets Seren resumed her stance and gave Deimos a quick nod. "Ready when you are."
"No... but this isn't a battlefield just yet, right?" They were just training. He a master of his craft, experienced and seasoned, while she was green and untested in every sense of the word. Weapon craft came easily to her, athletic and dexterous as she was... and always thirsty for acknowledgement, for praise. To know that this path she was on was not a mistake. And if she could surprise someone a little, awe and wow with her unexpected prowess so that they became impressed and saw something in her worth honing.... was that so bad?
Deimos meanwhile took all the fun out of it by being very matter of fact. It wasn't praise, but at least a bit of acknowledgement. Immediately cut by highlighting how far she had left to go.
Seren suppressed a faint sigh and looked towards the target dummies. There were faces adorning them, but whether the likeness was good or not she couldn't tell, having never actually met any of the persons the General so loathed.
The girl shrugged, offered Zuriel a reverant stroke on the neck in gratitude, and took her spear. Approaching the targets Seren resumed her stance and gave Deimos a quick nod. "Ready when you are."
Seren
