50th of Summer, Late Afternoon.
Was another long and hot day in Nyka. Sayren just finished doing a few training routines for the morning. She was hoping to catch Ximal, but he had apparently left the school without her notice. Which wasn't difficult to do when Sayren isn't completely focused on trying to find the man. He was probably out finding more apprentices to take under his wing. She swore that anyone actually looking for the man would never find them, only have him find you. But she supposed it would be for the best for the time being.
The down time from training would give her a chance to go see Garel and tend to him for a little bit. She had time to tend to his necessary needs but she was missing the large amounts of time she would spend riding her strider out in the fields. For now, there won't be much of that. However, she will see him as often as she could. She stepped outside and noticed Ximal had returned, escorting a man behind him. The next novice she supposed, and she continued off to her strider. Seeing that she hasn't been in the school for that long, she took to the thought that watching Ximal's new confrontation would yield some new input. Maybe even some new tactics. Sayren glanced at the man, he honestly didn't look like much, but then again, neither did she when had waltzed right up to the gate.
"What do you think, Garel? Maybe he'll last 5 chimes?" The stallion leaned up from where he was resting, gazing out to this newcomer. He quickly shook his head and laid down once more. Sayren smiled, "I don't think so either...he doesn't seem like he really wants to be here. There's nothing to fuel his strength. Or-" The stallion gave off a loud snore, telling her he had already lost interest and fell asleep. Sayren narrowed her eyes at her close companion, "Thanks for the input..." Garel seemed to have chuckled for a moment, then returned to his snoring. She shook her head with a smile and laid down on him as she watched the master beat up the new novice.
There was just no chance when Ximal's eyes went into their djed form. Whatever this novice did, it really infuriated Ximal. The confrontation lasted for almost four chimes. He fought well...but walking out with that-accepted? Ximal accepted him? Wow...the other students were right. He was being nice to some of the newcomers. Not that she had much room to speak...her skill at the beginning was...lacking. Alright, she was terrible, the only reason Ximal accepted her was because she had fire in her eyes. Determination to overcome the lack of skill. But this man, he had no fire, and almost the same amount of skill at that. Unlike her though, Ximal told this man to walk into his own room. Poor fellow...he took a nice hit to the leg too. Seeing that Garel had fallen asleep on her, she figured she'd go greet this newcomer. Possibly even train with him and maybe learn some of those strange techniques he was using against Ximal. It was always good to mix up your style, to keep the enemy guessing.
As the man crashed down onto a bed in what she suspected would be "his room". She stepped up to the entrance way and knocked on the trim, "Hey, you alright there stranger?"
