(D2 LA) Gravel to Tempo

[O'vala Aeser]

"But how? I still don't really get how." O'vala closed her eyes and sighed. "Maybe miralians feel a lot of things."

[Jaric Kaedan]

Jaric looked at her quietly for what felt like a long time.

"Maybe talk to someone who you feel you can relate to more easily about these things? I know I am not the most..." he cleared his throat, "sociable person for most in moments like this. And I'm not too good at understanding what troubles... teenage girls might have. Maybe Master Murah?"

[O'vala Aeser]

"Hm." O'vala wondered why she even brought up her teenage girl problems with Master Jaric. "Master Murah is so... I dunno. She seems otherworldly, sometimes."

[Jaric Kaedan]

That made him chuckle. "Does she? I would've thought that description would suit Master Chriala more."

He straightened his robe slightly. "But, how about we put that aside for now, and get to it. You're not leaving this training hall until we've gone through all your basics."

She was still in detention, after all.

[O'vala Aeser]

"Both of them," O'vala muttered. She then sighed and got to her feet with her staff in hand. "Okay, okay."

[Faily]

It would be a gruelling sparring session for O'vala the next hour...


/fade to training?