Winter 54th, 10th bell 4th chime
“Sera, may I ask you a question?” Kreig said to his patron as he swung his heavy wooden longsowrd in a repeated overhead motion “…49, 50, 51..” Natasha watched as her squire attempted to build his arm strength using the heavy, the only reason for its heaviness being that it had a metal core. The brawler also thought it would be heavier and thus help him gain strength quicker if he adorned his gauntlets and armlets. She supposed that was one way to do so, plus it didn’t hurt that it may sharpen his sword swings.
“Ask, and I shall do my best to answer you”
“…65, 66, 67…. Well, it’s a tad personal” Kreig said, indeed it was something he wasn’t sure he should ask it. His body was beginning to ache slightly, but it was far too early for him to give up as his goal was to reach 500 swings” …74, 75, 76,77… I’m not sure if I should ask it…..81, 82,83”
Out of the corner of his eye he could his patron ponder whether she should let him ask the question, what sort of question would the Brawler ask of her? Well she was certain he wasn’t going to ask her out on a date, that would be rather awkward. She simply gave a shrug and nodded for Kreig to go on.
“..109, 110, 111….Well...I've been wondering....119,120,121" He then stopped, lowering the practice blade and breathed deeply "Have you always wanted to be a knight?" Kreig asked, Natasha pasued for a moment....a smile creeping up on her face and then she simply chuckled.
" Well, that is an interesting question Kreig, if I had to answer plainly, I'd say yes"
"Well....have you ever wanted to be anything else, Sera?" Kreig asked, raising his wooden sword and resting its blade against his shoulder, was she so loyal to her ideals to not even think of a different life?
"At times... yes, I suppose I did. But they were things of whimsy rather, not true desire" Her mind raced to more innocent times, times of her childhood "There were many things I imagined myself to be, from things that only little girls would dream off to things that were boys only. I could have any of those things, you know? But... my desire to protect others and follow in my parents footsteps had lead me to aspire knighthood, and then I discovered Yahal, which pretty much solidified me to become what I am now"
Kreig raised his brow ' So, dedicated ever since she was a child' Kreig thought, he couldn't help but feel envious for some reason. He couldn't explain why he was envious, was it because that, unlike her, he never truly had the choices he had? No, that couldn't be it.... he had always chosen fighting, his lust for battle overriding anything else; he hardly regretted choosing that path and could never imagine his life without it.
" What of you, Kreig? Anything you ever wished to become whenever you were a child?" Did he? He never thought about it at all, there were many things he never thought of. All he knew was that he enjoyed a good fight, he always imagined himself to continue fighting.... it was only the kind upbringing given to him by his mother that he never fell to the darker sides of Sunberth.
"I....no Sera.... Sadly, no" Was that why he was envious? That he never thought of such choices himself? That he never thought of an alternative lifestyle till he was forced out of his hometown of Sunberth? It gave him an odd feeling in his stomach to think that, Kreig never regretted fighting.... but now he regretted not at least giving a look at other choices. When he still had that freedom other than running to the order because at first he simply had no place to go.
The lady knight seemed to noticed his ill feelings, as if it swept out of every pore and corroded the brawler's skin before her eyes " You can still decide now, you know?" She said, placing a hand on the brawlers shoulder " You don't have to become a knight, Kreig. You still have ways to go before you must make such a decision" Kreig simply shook his head.
"I still aim to become a knight, Sera. I simply have past regrets that seem to be making themselves known" Kreig told her as he looked down at the sword in his hands "Besides, what other skills would I have to offer? I know only fighting Sera, if anything I'd have no choice but to be some fighter betting his life for coin at the gambling den or some mercenary selling his services" He shrugged, he did once consider becoming a mercanary back at Sunberth, but that was still fighting... still something he always aimed for.
"....forgive me, Sera. But I think I'd like to be alone now" Kreig told her, Natasha simply nodded and walked away, leaving her squire to reflect. Kreig sighed at this, he regretted that question for it was indeed personal.... except it was personal to him. He simply opened another gate that would take a while to close, like a damn wound that took too long to heal. He wondered how many else were like his patron, whose loyalty was as steadfast as hers.
He raised his blade once more, preparing himself to swing it once more.... only to realize that he had lost count of the number of swings. That was an annoyance, but he supposed it would give him a greater distaction from the thoughts he unleashed upon himself. With that in mind, Kreig began again from one. Trying to distact himself... trying to increase his arm strength...trying to forget the conversation that unleashed such thoughts upon his mind. He didn't need them, want them and yet now he knew they would plague for bells, perhaps even days, to come.
Yes, he certainly needed to distract himself.
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“Sera, may I ask you a question?” Kreig said to his patron as he swung his heavy wooden longsowrd in a repeated overhead motion “…49, 50, 51..” Natasha watched as her squire attempted to build his arm strength using the heavy, the only reason for its heaviness being that it had a metal core. The brawler also thought it would be heavier and thus help him gain strength quicker if he adorned his gauntlets and armlets. She supposed that was one way to do so, plus it didn’t hurt that it may sharpen his sword swings.
“Ask, and I shall do my best to answer you”
“…65, 66, 67…. Well, it’s a tad personal” Kreig said, indeed it was something he wasn’t sure he should ask it. His body was beginning to ache slightly, but it was far too early for him to give up as his goal was to reach 500 swings” …74, 75, 76,77… I’m not sure if I should ask it…..81, 82,83”
Out of the corner of his eye he could his patron ponder whether she should let him ask the question, what sort of question would the Brawler ask of her? Well she was certain he wasn’t going to ask her out on a date, that would be rather awkward. She simply gave a shrug and nodded for Kreig to go on.
“..109, 110, 111….Well...I've been wondering....119,120,121" He then stopped, lowering the practice blade and breathed deeply "Have you always wanted to be a knight?" Kreig asked, Natasha pasued for a moment....a smile creeping up on her face and then she simply chuckled.
" Well, that is an interesting question Kreig, if I had to answer plainly, I'd say yes"
"Well....have you ever wanted to be anything else, Sera?" Kreig asked, raising his wooden sword and resting its blade against his shoulder, was she so loyal to her ideals to not even think of a different life?
"At times... yes, I suppose I did. But they were things of whimsy rather, not true desire" Her mind raced to more innocent times, times of her childhood "There were many things I imagined myself to be, from things that only little girls would dream off to things that were boys only. I could have any of those things, you know? But... my desire to protect others and follow in my parents footsteps had lead me to aspire knighthood, and then I discovered Yahal, which pretty much solidified me to become what I am now"
Kreig raised his brow ' So, dedicated ever since she was a child' Kreig thought, he couldn't help but feel envious for some reason. He couldn't explain why he was envious, was it because that, unlike her, he never truly had the choices he had? No, that couldn't be it.... he had always chosen fighting, his lust for battle overriding anything else; he hardly regretted choosing that path and could never imagine his life without it.
" What of you, Kreig? Anything you ever wished to become whenever you were a child?" Did he? He never thought about it at all, there were many things he never thought of. All he knew was that he enjoyed a good fight, he always imagined himself to continue fighting.... it was only the kind upbringing given to him by his mother that he never fell to the darker sides of Sunberth.
"I....no Sera.... Sadly, no" Was that why he was envious? That he never thought of such choices himself? That he never thought of an alternative lifestyle till he was forced out of his hometown of Sunberth? It gave him an odd feeling in his stomach to think that, Kreig never regretted fighting.... but now he regretted not at least giving a look at other choices. When he still had that freedom other than running to the order because at first he simply had no place to go.
The lady knight seemed to noticed his ill feelings, as if it swept out of every pore and corroded the brawler's skin before her eyes " You can still decide now, you know?" She said, placing a hand on the brawlers shoulder " You don't have to become a knight, Kreig. You still have ways to go before you must make such a decision" Kreig simply shook his head.
"I still aim to become a knight, Sera. I simply have past regrets that seem to be making themselves known" Kreig told her as he looked down at the sword in his hands "Besides, what other skills would I have to offer? I know only fighting Sera, if anything I'd have no choice but to be some fighter betting his life for coin at the gambling den or some mercenary selling his services" He shrugged, he did once consider becoming a mercanary back at Sunberth, but that was still fighting... still something he always aimed for.
"....forgive me, Sera. But I think I'd like to be alone now" Kreig told her, Natasha simply nodded and walked away, leaving her squire to reflect. Kreig sighed at this, he regretted that question for it was indeed personal.... except it was personal to him. He simply opened another gate that would take a while to close, like a damn wound that took too long to heal. He wondered how many else were like his patron, whose loyalty was as steadfast as hers.
He raised his blade once more, preparing himself to swing it once more.... only to realize that he had lost count of the number of swings. That was an annoyance, but he supposed it would give him a greater distaction from the thoughts he unleashed upon himself. With that in mind, Kreig began again from one. Trying to distact himself... trying to increase his arm strength...trying to forget the conversation that unleashed such thoughts upon his mind. He didn't need them, want them and yet now he knew they would plague for bells, perhaps even days, to come.
Yes, he certainly needed to distract himself.
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I love their Patron-Squire interactions!
