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Her father wasn’t always like this. Yes, he was always hard on her, but not to this extent. He was becoming harsher these days. Resting her chin in her hand Evelyn could see the flames in her mind’s eye again, burning bright in the dim. A warning or a beacon? She couldn’t tell. What she did know was that it was more than a simple fire. Repetitive dreams held meaning relating to future events, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling of oldness. Like a melancholy remembrance of something that had already happened.
Evelyn really must have been deep in her thoughts for one moment she was alone and then the next someone was greeting her in soft tones. Looking over her shoulder, she inclined her head. “Greetings to you also, Rhoo.” She just managed to say before another familiar slayer came over. It was Orren, the man found in the wilds and the man under her tutelage. He bid Rhoo a good morning, the words of which were sounding more fluent every day.
He then moved onto her repeating the same words. She nodded her head, though quickly she became concerned when he suddenly stopped. It proved unnecessary however, as he simply bowed and called her his own title for her. She blew a non-existent strand of hair out of her face and could not stop the quirk of her lips especially not with the giggles from the other female slayer beside her.
“Sir Orren, a pleasure to see you and a good morning.” She returned his mock bow with a curtsy of her own, though that was the extent of her happiness. Her smile didn’t widen further than the slight upturn in the corners of her lips. “You’ve been practicing I see. Very good.” She could remember when she first started teaching the man common tongue, he really had come far since then. His animalistic noises had decreased greatly and the pronunciation was more precise.
“Shall we head down for the morning meal? I think I heard tell of there being Sandia’s famous sausages this morning. It has been too long since she last had the chance to make them.” She motioned to the stairs and made her way slowly over to them. “If we don’t go now, there will surely be none left and it is hard to say when they will next be on the menu.” If she tantalised them, surely they would get there faster. Her next step would be to describe the taste and smell. If she remembered correctly, Orren quite fancied them. As did majority of the Sodality.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you both down there.” Heading down the stairs, she quickly made it into the main hall where tables were set up. She walked along the outside of the room and soon noticed a form huddled in the corner, covered in bandages. Slowing her pace to a stop before getting too close, Evelyn looked around the room and spotted the person she was looking for.
“Michael. A word, if you would.” Her voice was even, giving nothing away as to the reasoning of why she wished to talk to him. Once the man would have made it over to where she was, she would talk to him. “I’ve had enough of your treatment towards young Momaru. He isn’t your personal training dummy and now he is no longer your supposed student. With training no longer your concern I am sure the kitchen would be happy to give you something to do. There are many dirty dishes I am sure.” Her positioning had her standing in front of the trainee slayer and her reasoning for the position was simply so that Momaru could hear her words.
