34th of Summer, 510 AV
Syveris growled, kicking a small stone in the ground. She was angry, at herself, at her mentor, at everything. They had been getting along so well, she couldn't see why he would want to bring the topic of her mother from nowhere. She wanted to scream with frustration, kick every rock she came across, punch the first face she saw and simply just... scream some more. Stupid mentor, as if he knew something about her. He knew nothing. Virat was wonderful, Syveris couldn't deny it, but he had really angered her this time.
Each step she took was an angry stomp to the ground, as if she stomped hard enough, the frustration would leave her through her foot. Maybe it was. The Avora was sure willing to try.
The day had started beautifully, and her mentor was teaching her how to blow correctly in the pipe, when suddenly, he asked her about her mother. Of course Syveris had refused to answer. How could she? She didn't knew her mother, and the only thing she had ever learned about her was that she was a Dek. So, the Avora didn't want anything to do with her, not now, not ever. But Virat had insisted, saying that she should search for her and try to talk. Why, she still didn't understand. Family wasn't something important for Inarta, as everyone in Wind Reach could be considered to be family. However, Virat had said something about that being important to her.
Well, it wasn't, and it annoyed her that her mentor would think that. Syveris had finished the piece as soon as she could, before storming off the Glass Reverie and walked all the way to the path that would take her to the Edge of the World. She needed to vent out her frustrations in some way, so she wouldn't pick up a fight again with someone. Virat had made her promise she wouldn't do that, in exchange of giving her an apprenticeship, and Syveris wanted to keep her promise.
Now, thinking back, the way she reacted probably proved her mentor right. It was so frustrating, that she almost turned back and went to the Reverie again, to tell him exactly what she thought of family. However, that would be just stupid, and it would serve no real purpose. Clenching her tooth, she kept stomping on the floor.
She cursed when she stomped too hard on the floor, and mud covered her feet and her leg. It had rained, and there was still some mud spots outdoors. Just what she needed. Mud all over her. Well, it was only on her leg, actually, but it was annoying all the same.
The Avora kicked the muddy spot with all her strength, watching as it splashed on a bush nearby. So frustrated that now she was venting by kicking mud. It wasn't a funny thought, but it made her laugh all the same, a somewhat mocking laugh. It would be impossible for her mother not to be brought up, she should already know that. But she didn't care, she truly didn't. Sure, sometimes Syveris felt lonely, but she wanted a friend, not a mother. Of that, she was more than sure. And Virat was aware of that too, having said that he only suggested it to see if she could talk with someone for more than three chimes without trying to punch them. Wasn't she already talking with him, though? And the thought of punching him never crossed her head, even if sometimes she felt frustrated with her mentor.
Syveris began to walk again, still stomping on the floor, not caring anymore with the mug around her. It was annoying, but her mind was focused more on screaming mentally at every single she saw.
The sound of a flute made her stop, and she turned her whole body towards the sound. A young Inarta was sitting in a rock nearby, his eyes focused at her, his fingers moving slowly on the instrument. He said nothing, and Syveris glared at him, her mouth curling down to show her distaste at his glare.
Syveris growled, kicking a small stone in the ground. She was angry, at herself, at her mentor, at everything. They had been getting along so well, she couldn't see why he would want to bring the topic of her mother from nowhere. She wanted to scream with frustration, kick every rock she came across, punch the first face she saw and simply just... scream some more. Stupid mentor, as if he knew something about her. He knew nothing. Virat was wonderful, Syveris couldn't deny it, but he had really angered her this time.
Each step she took was an angry stomp to the ground, as if she stomped hard enough, the frustration would leave her through her foot. Maybe it was. The Avora was sure willing to try.
The day had started beautifully, and her mentor was teaching her how to blow correctly in the pipe, when suddenly, he asked her about her mother. Of course Syveris had refused to answer. How could she? She didn't knew her mother, and the only thing she had ever learned about her was that she was a Dek. So, the Avora didn't want anything to do with her, not now, not ever. But Virat had insisted, saying that she should search for her and try to talk. Why, she still didn't understand. Family wasn't something important for Inarta, as everyone in Wind Reach could be considered to be family. However, Virat had said something about that being important to her.
Well, it wasn't, and it annoyed her that her mentor would think that. Syveris had finished the piece as soon as she could, before storming off the Glass Reverie and walked all the way to the path that would take her to the Edge of the World. She needed to vent out her frustrations in some way, so she wouldn't pick up a fight again with someone. Virat had made her promise she wouldn't do that, in exchange of giving her an apprenticeship, and Syveris wanted to keep her promise.
Now, thinking back, the way she reacted probably proved her mentor right. It was so frustrating, that she almost turned back and went to the Reverie again, to tell him exactly what she thought of family. However, that would be just stupid, and it would serve no real purpose. Clenching her tooth, she kept stomping on the floor.
She cursed when she stomped too hard on the floor, and mud covered her feet and her leg. It had rained, and there was still some mud spots outdoors. Just what she needed. Mud all over her. Well, it was only on her leg, actually, but it was annoying all the same.
The Avora kicked the muddy spot with all her strength, watching as it splashed on a bush nearby. So frustrated that now she was venting by kicking mud. It wasn't a funny thought, but it made her laugh all the same, a somewhat mocking laugh. It would be impossible for her mother not to be brought up, she should already know that. But she didn't care, she truly didn't. Sure, sometimes Syveris felt lonely, but she wanted a friend, not a mother. Of that, she was more than sure. And Virat was aware of that too, having said that he only suggested it to see if she could talk with someone for more than three chimes without trying to punch them. Wasn't she already talking with him, though? And the thought of punching him never crossed her head, even if sometimes she felt frustrated with her mentor.
Syveris began to walk again, still stomping on the floor, not caring anymore with the mug around her. It was annoying, but her mind was focused more on screaming mentally at every single she saw.
The sound of a flute made her stop, and she turned her whole body towards the sound. A young Inarta was sitting in a rock nearby, his eyes focused at her, his fingers moving slowly on the instrument. He said nothing, and Syveris glared at him, her mouth curling down to show her distaste at his glare.
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