13th Day of Summer, 511 AV
The night sky was young, but Elhaym had been up for a while now. Given her injuries, it had taken a while even make the trek from the Monastery down the Pavilion to check in with her Instructors. She would resume her training tomorrow, though it had taken some persuasion. Her stubborn and reckless streak had gotten her injured in the first place, and they sought to quell her inner fire, not allow it to consume her again before she was even able to walk unaided. As it were, she hobbled down the stairs leading to the Pavilion's inner cloister, one arm leaning heavily on a crutch to support her injured leg while the other rested casually in a sling. The actual state of that arm was anything but casual, but at least the pain was a dull hum now.
It was not uncommon to see an injured Acolyte clad in blue robes, so no one paid her anymore heed that giving her a wide enough birth to avoid knocking her over. Long black hair fell loosely over her shoulders; if she was not going to study, she preferred not to tie it back. Working her crutch with a scowl, she limped along with her eyes downcast. It was slightly embarrassing to be so banged up, after all. Perhaps she had presumed too much of the wide step people had taken around her, but as her crutch planted firmly onto the ground for another step Elhaym saw a blur of color at her feet rushing towards her. She jerked backwards, having almost plowed right into a young woman who had been standing in her path. She was staring thoughtfully at the Pavilion in the distance and Elhaym would have had plenty of room to go around her had she been paying attention. Relaxing her clenched jaws and grinding teeth, Elhaym centered herself and forced her face to calm.
She actually could have been Elhaym's sister. They looked a lot alike in a way, except Elhaym would surely have been said behind closed doors not to have inherited the beauty of the family. This woman was a bit shorter, softer of face and more lithe in form, but hers was not the body of a spoiled merchants daughter. Elhaym wasn't as insightful as her Shinya sponsors, but she knew a warrior when she saw one. Or the beginnings of a warrior, anyway.
"Oh, uh... I'm sorry, almost ran you over there." Elhaym sputtered, spilling out the words as she had been taking in the woman's appearance. If she was staring at the Pavilion, and she had that way about her, Elhaym could put two and two together. "Say, are you new to Lhavit?" She asked, and realized that if the answer was yes than the woman likely wouldn't have understood her. She was prepared to repeat the question in common if need be.
She shifted her weight onto the crutched and leaned on it, leaning away from the foot traffic around them. It wasn't that her foot was throbbing something fierce and her shoulder kept getting jerked around and sending sharp pains into her arm. Nope, that definitely wasn't why she really wanted to stop. After all, sparking up conversations with strangers was completely normal.
It was not uncommon to see an injured Acolyte clad in blue robes, so no one paid her anymore heed that giving her a wide enough birth to avoid knocking her over. Long black hair fell loosely over her shoulders; if she was not going to study, she preferred not to tie it back. Working her crutch with a scowl, she limped along with her eyes downcast. It was slightly embarrassing to be so banged up, after all. Perhaps she had presumed too much of the wide step people had taken around her, but as her crutch planted firmly onto the ground for another step Elhaym saw a blur of color at her feet rushing towards her. She jerked backwards, having almost plowed right into a young woman who had been standing in her path. She was staring thoughtfully at the Pavilion in the distance and Elhaym would have had plenty of room to go around her had she been paying attention. Relaxing her clenched jaws and grinding teeth, Elhaym centered herself and forced her face to calm.
She actually could have been Elhaym's sister. They looked a lot alike in a way, except Elhaym would surely have been said behind closed doors not to have inherited the beauty of the family. This woman was a bit shorter, softer of face and more lithe in form, but hers was not the body of a spoiled merchants daughter. Elhaym wasn't as insightful as her Shinya sponsors, but she knew a warrior when she saw one. Or the beginnings of a warrior, anyway.
"Oh, uh... I'm sorry, almost ran you over there." Elhaym sputtered, spilling out the words as she had been taking in the woman's appearance. If she was staring at the Pavilion, and she had that way about her, Elhaym could put two and two together. "Say, are you new to Lhavit?" She asked, and realized that if the answer was yes than the woman likely wouldn't have understood her. She was prepared to repeat the question in common if need be.
She shifted her weight onto the crutched and leaned on it, leaning away from the foot traffic around them. It wasn't that her foot was throbbing something fierce and her shoulder kept getting jerked around and sending sharp pains into her arm. Nope, that definitely wasn't why she really wanted to stop. After all, sparking up conversations with strangers was completely normal.