Alaira stood out in the fields alongside Lyn, eyeing the forests and hills for any sort of predator. The past few months had been... pretty easy on her, all things considered. She had steadily managed to beat back a fair bit of her depression, though she had been chewed out by the headmaster over certain complications, and had nearly smacked a guard when she learned that he basically made sure her sentence was worsened... if not on purpose. Part of it may have been Lyn. She'd been worried that Lyn was distancing herself from her, but after a few days she'd found that she was just stressed out and worried, thanks to that Rune she'd been given. She'd have to thank Leith for that personally at some point.
She had been doing most of Lyn's combat training herself, Athalus mostly teaching her certain tricks of his trade and Mar imparting her own experience and wisdom. Though it was by Alaira's hand that she'd learn how to survive a straight up fight, and even prosper. She had been specializing mostly in lessons with heavier weapons now that she was physically older, to build strength first. Apart from that, she'd learn to account for the heavier weight and more ponderous nature of the things, rather than relying on simpler, quicker weapons. She'd hoped that would make her more skilled as well. Today, however, she'd urged the girl to go with a lighter set of weaponry anyway: warhammers and such weren't great for hunting. She would have had her take a bow, but she hadn't been able to teach her archery yet.
She had initially been against this whole thing: She believed that it would be a bit too... easy. weeding out all the predators to let her have at the prey with impunity? HER master just tossed her outside with a stick and told her to come back with a boar... Not that she would do that to Lyn. However, Athalus was insistent... So, she thought of this more as a vacation than a learning experience. She could fight some bigger monsters, as well as spend time with Lyn. A win-win, as far as she was concerned.
She looked down to Lyn (far less than she used to have to), noting her nervousness. She pat her on the shoulder, smiling warmly. "There's nothing to worry about, Lyn." She said quietly, her tone far more gentle than it usually was. "Just remember everything we've taught ya, and you'll have a nice meal or two and maybe a rug." She said, her usual prideful smirk crossing her face as she rested the greatsword she'd brought on her shoulder. She had a shortbow as well, along with a quiver at her her hip with about fifteen arrows. As far as armor was concerned, leather was all she really needed.
The 42nd Gecko,
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