["Remedial training." They weren't Luke's favorite words, but it was certainly what he needed. He'd been gone for several years, and that meant he'd lost a lot of opportunities to practice.]
[At least it was sword training, and not anything else. For all that he was still trying to be a better person, there was only so much he could take. The last few months had been filled with day after day of recent news, history, and arithmetic, and it was nice to have an opportunity to stretch his legs.]
[When he first meets his mentor, he's not quite sure what to think. She's big, huge even. Looks strong. A little terrifying.]
In time, you might be allowed to call me that. Today, we use titles. You shall address me as Vindicator for the remainder of the exercise.
[There's no sting of admonishment to her words, and she turns to face him. The Vindicator lifts a hand to the front of her helmet, and it comes away like a mask. The face underneath is ostensibly that of a young woman, but she seems worn. Tired. Weighed down by the passing of ages. Her movements are stiff in a way that can't be explained by simply being uncomfortable in her own skin. She studies him for a moment, taking note of the sword he carries, and points with her free hand toward the large gray-skinned beast standing in the field.]
Let's mount up. Our objective is northwest of here, and we're burning daylight.
[She slides the front of her helmet back into place, and it stays there as though it were welded to the metal itself.]
I hope you don't startle too easily around spiders.
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Re: Let's bring Luke out to play
[At least it was sword training, and not anything else. For all that he was still trying to be a better person, there was only so much he could take. The last few months had been filled with day after day of recent news, history, and arithmetic, and it was nice to have an opportunity to stretch his legs.]
[When he first meets his mentor, he's not quite sure what to think. She's big, huge even. Looks strong. A little terrifying.]
Yeah, that's me. You're Vas, right?
no subject
[There's no sting of admonishment to her words, and she turns to face him. The Vindicator lifts a hand to the front of her helmet, and it comes away like a mask. The face underneath is ostensibly that of a young woman, but she seems worn. Tired. Weighed down by the passing of ages. Her movements are stiff in a way that can't be explained by simply being uncomfortable in her own skin. She studies him for a moment, taking note of the sword he carries, and points with her free hand toward the large gray-skinned beast standing in the field.]
Let's mount up. Our objective is northwest of here, and we're burning daylight.
[She slides the front of her helmet back into place, and it stays there as though it were welded to the metal itself.]
I hope you don't startle too easily around spiders.