From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Eating fire is your ambition to swallow the flame down
If Melita was surprised by Sohalia’s ability to block, she didn’t say anything – lending only the slightest smirk as she prepared for another onslaught. The Attuned came towards her unprotected side, but the combination of the Honeybee’s speed, and her own inherent ability to block, ensured her lifted and faithful staff could take the blunt hit. Still, there were compliments in order, as adaptations and adjustments had been orchestrated, made. “Good. Try to go faster now,” she urged, insisted, with that same snicker.
Before bouncing and bounding towards the youth again, the armament deftly carving its wake through the air, aiming, this time, for a rush towards Sohalia’s knees.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein to be the sun
Now that Sohalia was beginning to get in the swing of things (pun intended), it was becoming easier to understand the flow of battle, as it were. It was a constant rhythm of give and take, swing and block. She was unsurprised when her hit was blocked again, but she felt that now-familiar jarring vibration in her palms that told her that her strikes were getting stronger, and she managed a weak smile at the other woman. She was proud of herself, if only for the effort she was putting into the exercise.
Melita instructed her to go faster, and Soh hurried to keep pace with the more experienced youth. As Melita's staff whistled towards her knees, Soh swung her own stick to meet it, resulting in a resounding clack of wood against wood. Shifting her weight, she reversed away from where their staves had met and swung her stick back towards Melita's side.
Eating fire is your ambition to swallow the flame down
Natural inclinations seemed to have finally reverberated through Sohalia’s palms, and the Cheshire grin along Melita’s features grew more emboldened. She certainly wouldn’t put the inexperienced Attuned through additional fractures and pressures of actual chaotic attacks and assaults, but these easygoing movements and motions were a sign of potential and prowess. “There you go!” She shouted above the crackling, wooden melee, meeting Sohalia’s stick again and swerving around to pivot, chase, and continue their barrages for as long as the other woman was able.
Or until she was exhausted. Or surrendered or begged for mercy. Melita always wanted an adversary to do that.
Whatever came first!
{FIN}
to be lit up from within, vein by vein to be the sun
