The teen obviously didn’t know his father. The man had questioned which one of his ‘idiot’ parents had decided that he didn’t need to start training on anything yet. Naturally, Rashim had been confused by the question at the time. He’d figured a few things out himself… and with… someone else. Tricks mostly, funny little things children could do for pranks. Shaking unbidden images away from his head, the blonde turned evergreen eyes back over and up into Honey blended ones.
“Those with power may use it how they wish,” His father had taught him that. It was one of the main points of all of their lessons, and one reason the man insisted they learn all they could to boost their martial and magical abilities. He had taken to the practices with fervor, and was in second place on both. His eldest brother was the only one who bested him, and there was no doubt as to which position the elder blonde was in his adoptive fathers mind. He was the best at everything he did, the rest of them could only struggle to pull off a little here and there, managing to come in second in one or two pursuits. Rashim, was not good at the social parts of being in high society, or in general. His elder brother had said that he was too cold, too straight forward, did not take others desires or feelings into account when he spoke. That was probably true, his elder brother was usually right.
The door creaked open and a group of five smiling faces came rushing out, followed by two angry or sad ones. “You two are getting along so well,” the black wolf again, evergreen eyes shot to the direction of the man who had snuck up behind them and waited in silence for the door to open, much as Rashim should have. “Come on then, it seems there are a few openings.” The late teen wolf said with a shooing motion in the direction of the now open doors.
Without another word, Rashim turned and headed inside. Anything else the other two had to say was now inconsequential. With any luck, he was done with them for the time being.
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Naturally, the doors did not open in any semblance of a timely manner. The next part of the test apparently had a maximum occupancy, and in such time as he was standing there, he got company. The same teen from earlier, he seemed to attract the honey eyed boy like a horse to carrots. “We have to wait for someone to leave first,” Rashim replied while motioning to the door.
Without waiting for the other to respond, and for reasons unknown even to himself he went further… like an idiot. “When I was younger, I didn’t have the training that I have now. And… Dragon’s can be majestic creatures… when they aren’t burning and killing entire villages.” Yeah… he needed to shut up now. This wasn’t like him, and father would certainly not approve of this.
Hesitantly, he finished, father liked it when he was polite at least; he could redeem himself a little bit. “Thank you.”
Without waiting for the other to respond, and for reasons unknown even to himself he went further… like an idiot. “When I was younger, I didn’t have the training that I have now. And… Dragon’s can be majestic creatures… when they aren’t burning and killing entire villages.” Yeah… he needed to shut up now. This wasn’t like him, and father would certainly not approve of this.
Hesitantly, he finished, father liked it when he was polite at least; he could redeem himself a little bit. “Thank you.”
The next trial was simple, easy, almost too much so. A test of strength and or skill. Rashim wasn’t a very strong beastkin, he was of the lesser cat’s not something like a Lion or Tiger. As such, he was agile, fast, and lithe. He would never pack on the muscles that his larger kin would and could, and he was perfectly fine with that. While the oafish were wading around all of their muscles, the blonde would be inside of their defenses and hitting every spot that mattered then out in time to move onto another target. His father had stated that skill outstripped strength in almost every way.
The large double doors that lead back into the main courtyard had people moving in both directions. Luckily, no one deemed him worthy of notice, at least, not the ones going in. Whispers abounded behind him, and he hoped they were about the fire controller near the other side of the room. The air serpent had been a feat naturally, but it wasn’t all that impressive. Circus performers could do better, and usually did. It wasn’t anything meant for ATTACKING, but air wasn’t his best element in the first place. His father had proclaimed that the element was useless for anything aside from petty tricks. Rashim had disagreed vehemently… but only in his mind. One could use any of the elements in so many ways, it merely showed that his father was not ALWAYS right… just most of the time.
The crowd in the small courtyard was much smaller now, and Rashim wasted no time making his way easily to the next set of doors on the far other side of the Courtyard. The last test… he wasn’t worried, but his heart still fluttered lightly. Father would be ashamed.
The large double doors that lead back into the main courtyard had people moving in both directions. Luckily, no one deemed him worthy of notice, at least, not the ones going in. Whispers abounded behind him, and he hoped they were about the fire controller near the other side of the room. The air serpent had been a feat naturally, but it wasn’t all that impressive. Circus performers could do better, and usually did. It wasn’t anything meant for ATTACKING, but air wasn’t his best element in the first place. His father had proclaimed that the element was useless for anything aside from petty tricks. Rashim had disagreed vehemently… but only in his mind. One could use any of the elements in so many ways, it merely showed that his father was not ALWAYS right… just most of the time.
The crowd in the small courtyard was much smaller now, and Rashim wasted no time making his way easily to the next set of doors on the far other side of the Courtyard. The last test… he wasn’t worried, but his heart still fluttered lightly. Father would be ashamed.
“Well, what are you waiting for then?” The old man asked as everyone in the room turned to face a direction near the opposite wall. He didn’t really know what was happening over there, but it had certainly been a spectacular show… if the whispers were anything to go by. The firefly embers in the air hinted at fire, perhaps the nutcase from outside had managed to pass this spot as well. If he was correct, which he tended to be, then it was that strange boy with the brown hair. Or, the boy had claimed it was him in so many words.
The wily elder proctor didn’t seem to want to wait around though, so Rashim turned back to the matter at hand. He had requested that the blonde teen amplify any element to his liking, but not just a flashy show, he wanted control, something definitive. With a slight sigh, Rashim pulled the decorative fan from its little holster. “Wind…” The old man stated ambiguously.
“Amplification, and control.” Rashim said to the old man as he opened the fan and flung it out to his right side, back at the crowd. Father had shown him one once, his idea, the great fire serpents with wings that were feared in the eastern archipelago.
The fan produced a small wind which quickly turned into a gale and blew angrily through the other trail examinee’s. Once the wind collided with the wall the dust on the ground was hurled into the air like a fine cloud, but Rashim was not finished there, channeling his mental image and power through the Sigil on his hand the wind collapsed in on itself and began to spin and elongate.
When it was complete, the dust had turned into the image he had seen so long ago, hovering over the heads of the examinees and proctors was a fire serpents with glittering, falling dust for wings. It’s roar was a releasing wind that allowed the dust swirling inside to cascade slowly to the ground, reflecting little rays of light here and there.
“It was sloppy and could use some work, but you pass this stage boy.” The old man said with one of those smiles only old people could pull off. Like he knew much much more than you did, but wasn’t looking down on you. More like he was trying to picture your future and smiled at what he may have imagined to see.
“Thank you.” He said with a bow, then flipped his fan closed, turned, and headed for the next door.
The wily elder proctor didn’t seem to want to wait around though, so Rashim turned back to the matter at hand. He had requested that the blonde teen amplify any element to his liking, but not just a flashy show, he wanted control, something definitive. With a slight sigh, Rashim pulled the decorative fan from its little holster. “Wind…” The old man stated ambiguously.
“Amplification, and control.” Rashim said to the old man as he opened the fan and flung it out to his right side, back at the crowd. Father had shown him one once, his idea, the great fire serpents with wings that were feared in the eastern archipelago.
The fan produced a small wind which quickly turned into a gale and blew angrily through the other trail examinee’s. Once the wind collided with the wall the dust on the ground was hurled into the air like a fine cloud, but Rashim was not finished there, channeling his mental image and power through the Sigil on his hand the wind collapsed in on itself and began to spin and elongate.
When it was complete, the dust had turned into the image he had seen so long ago, hovering over the heads of the examinees and proctors was a fire serpents with glittering, falling dust for wings. It’s roar was a releasing wind that allowed the dust swirling inside to cascade slowly to the ground, reflecting little rays of light here and there.
“It was sloppy and could use some work, but you pass this stage boy.” The old man said with one of those smiles only old people could pull off. Like he knew much much more than you did, but wasn’t looking down on you. More like he was trying to picture your future and smiled at what he may have imagined to see.
“Thank you.” He said with a bow, then flipped his fan closed, turned, and headed for the next door.
Of course, this was not one of Rashim’s lucky days. His eyes cast about in the largely open room for one of the proctors, his eyes, however, landed on his only other sibling to be taking the trials. The teen was the youngest of the five, and in last place of their fathers favor. He seemed to enjoy himself more of the time, or more than the rest of his siblings. The blonde boy was smiling and speaking to a small group of various beastkin and humans, ones that Rashim had never seen him with.
Shaking his head, the blonde turned his eyes from the small scene of camaraderie and continued his search for a proctor of the trials. There, off to the left, an old man in one of the black robes with Rin’s symbol embroidered in blood red across the front. Grizzled looking features, and a scowl that seemed to scream to stay away from him, and it seemed to be working. The man didn’t have a single person in his immediate vicinity.
With a faint smile, the blonde headed that direction, brushing through the small masses of people that had made it through the door already from the courtyard. The man’s scowl intensified as he drew nearer, and finally spoke when he broke free of the crowds and stood before him in an open space. “Go away boy, you’d only fail my test.”
“We will not know that until we try,” Rashim replied with steel and conviction in his voice.
“You only get the one chance, are you sure you’d like to waste it here?” The old man stated coldly, as if warning him off. He wasn’t wrong. This was definitely the Magic proctor for him.
Shaking his head, the blonde turned his eyes from the small scene of camaraderie and continued his search for a proctor of the trials. There, off to the left, an old man in one of the black robes with Rin’s symbol embroidered in blood red across the front. Grizzled looking features, and a scowl that seemed to scream to stay away from him, and it seemed to be working. The man didn’t have a single person in his immediate vicinity.
With a faint smile, the blonde headed that direction, brushing through the small masses of people that had made it through the door already from the courtyard. The man’s scowl intensified as he drew nearer, and finally spoke when he broke free of the crowds and stood before him in an open space. “Go away boy, you’d only fail my test.”
“We will not know that until we try,” Rashim replied with steel and conviction in his voice.
“You only get the one chance, are you sure you’d like to waste it here?” The old man stated coldly, as if warning him off. He wasn’t wrong. This was definitely the Magic proctor for him.
Rashim brushed past the large brown haired boy and headed for the door. A hand drifted up to his head as he shook images from it that he deemed unnecessary. “Quite the heart breaker there Mr. Noble,” a voice to his left. His evergreen gaze flickered in that direction and saw the black wolf from when he entered the Expeditions trial grounds.
The blonde’s eyes did not linger long on the rogue looking fellow and instead moved back to their target. He wasn’t about to exchange pleasantries with some nobody wolf. He’d had enough distractions as it was already. “Wooow, you must give the cold shoulder to everyone.” The raven tailed canine stated as he walked backwards alongside Rashim.
Was he just attracting strangers today? Perhaps he should have remained at the house like his elder brother had stated, it would no doubt have been much easier. “I am merely busy with the trials. I do not have time for pleasantries.”
“Ahh, you mean to say you don’t have time for anything fun. It must be harsh, being so high above everyone else.” The wolf stated drawing on his innate hate of that phrase. He did not believe himself better than others. Everyone was perfectly capable of the same or better than him should they put in enough effort. Most just did not try to do so. As for his status, he had to work like a ‘slave’ for his father to keep him around, or even consider him his successor.
He chose to ignore the wolf’s comment and continued on his way, fighting the urge to let his ears free of his hair where they were hidden, and his tail from its location down the back leg of his pants. (That must be uncomfortable).
When he reached the door… the wolf still in tow and who knew what other person happened to be following him… he was half tempted to turn his gaze back to see if the brown haired boy had followed him, but didn’t. it was best to forget him and simply move on. “Ahh, Mr. Lystraan, you’re sister and little brother did very well, I expect you’ll do no less.” The man stated and motioned him inside of the magic casting hall.
If he was lucky, he’d be through in here before anyone who wouldn’t leave him alone managed ot catch up.
The blonde’s eyes did not linger long on the rogue looking fellow and instead moved back to their target. He wasn’t about to exchange pleasantries with some nobody wolf. He’d had enough distractions as it was already. “Wooow, you must give the cold shoulder to everyone.” The raven tailed canine stated as he walked backwards alongside Rashim.
Was he just attracting strangers today? Perhaps he should have remained at the house like his elder brother had stated, it would no doubt have been much easier. “I am merely busy with the trials. I do not have time for pleasantries.”
“Ahh, you mean to say you don’t have time for anything fun. It must be harsh, being so high above everyone else.” The wolf stated drawing on his innate hate of that phrase. He did not believe himself better than others. Everyone was perfectly capable of the same or better than him should they put in enough effort. Most just did not try to do so. As for his status, he had to work like a ‘slave’ for his father to keep him around, or even consider him his successor.
He chose to ignore the wolf’s comment and continued on his way, fighting the urge to let his ears free of his hair where they were hidden, and his tail from its location down the back leg of his pants. (That must be uncomfortable).
When he reached the door… the wolf still in tow and who knew what other person happened to be following him… he was half tempted to turn his gaze back to see if the brown haired boy had followed him, but didn’t. it was best to forget him and simply move on. “Ahh, Mr. Lystraan, you’re sister and little brother did very well, I expect you’ll do no less.” The man stated and motioned him inside of the magic casting hall.
If he was lucky, he’d be through in here before anyone who wouldn’t leave him alone managed ot catch up.
Whispering and stares around the two seemed to intensify, it didn’t help that they were standing right next to the only water source at the Expeditions Trials Yard. A man walked up and looked the two over, eyes more on the ragged looking giant of a teen than on Rashim. The boy’s evergreen gaze stared him down and the man hurriedly drank his fill, then left.
With the man gone, the blonde returned his attention to the boy who had been speaking before the other had shown up. How was he supposed to resolve this situation? Sure, he remembered… some things, but that didn’t mean he WANTED to remember them, nor did it mean that he NEEDED to remember them. Father’s word was law at their house, and if he said that your past was useless, then it was useless. A thing to be discarded whenever commanded, just like one’s own emotions, pointless, and in the way.
His gaze flickered back to the milling crowd, some who continued on, and those who were standing and watching. With a sigh his gaze turned back UPWARDS to the honey eyed youth. “You’re words are… familiar, but that does not mean that I should remember you.” Everyone knew that the Lystraan family children were adopted, or anyone with half a brain to listen to anything said in this town.
With eyes locked, he calculated his next phrase as best he could. Let the other down easy so as not to cause a scene… more of a scene. The other already appeared to have a glisten to his honeyed eyes. He swallowed hard and spoke, “my past and those involved with it are unimportant, only the future is of interest to me.” He paused once again and glanced past the overtly tall person to the doorway into the next training area.
“And at this point in time, my future entails joining the expedition to find Rin.” the blonde finished and pointed towards the door.
With the man gone, the blonde returned his attention to the boy who had been speaking before the other had shown up. How was he supposed to resolve this situation? Sure, he remembered… some things, but that didn’t mean he WANTED to remember them, nor did it mean that he NEEDED to remember them. Father’s word was law at their house, and if he said that your past was useless, then it was useless. A thing to be discarded whenever commanded, just like one’s own emotions, pointless, and in the way.
His gaze flickered back to the milling crowd, some who continued on, and those who were standing and watching. With a sigh his gaze turned back UPWARDS to the honey eyed youth. “You’re words are… familiar, but that does not mean that I should remember you.” Everyone knew that the Lystraan family children were adopted, or anyone with half a brain to listen to anything said in this town.
With eyes locked, he calculated his next phrase as best he could. Let the other down easy so as not to cause a scene… more of a scene. The other already appeared to have a glisten to his honeyed eyes. He swallowed hard and spoke, “my past and those involved with it are unimportant, only the future is of interest to me.” He paused once again and glanced past the overtly tall person to the doorway into the next training area.
“And at this point in time, my future entails joining the expedition to find Rin.” the blonde finished and pointed towards the door.
Rashim didn’t know what to make of this anymore, truly he did not. The ‘kitten’ remark had drawn a light twitch to his eyebrow that he suppressed as best he could manage. While it was true he was a feline form of beastkin, unlike others of his… race, he did his best to hide the features. They were nothing but a hindrance to his daily life. The tail got in the way of so many clothes, and any form of hat required holes for the appendages… naturally. The human ears were fake… and annoying, but he’d learned to live with them as best he could.
The other teen’s smile looked like it nearly split is face, not to mention revealed gleaming white teeth… two of which were sharper than they probably would have been on any normal human. Some things you just couldn’t completely hide. The blondes own tongue flicked at his sharpened canines before settling back down.
With arms crossed on his chest he allowed the other to keep speaking, best not to interrupt the slightly off in the head honey eyes boy. The name ‘Pyrrus’ gave him a start, not physically of course, that would be unbecoming of one in his position, father would be angry at such a thing. A name he recalled… vaguly. Flashes of memories past by in his head as he closed his eyes; a younger boy, someone he’d met before the adoption twelve years ago, tree’s, the river, laughter.
Suddenly someone was touching his head and angry evergreen eyes flashed open to knock the offending hand away. “Do not touch my head.” He growled out, letting his defenses slip, father would have been cross had he seen the scene. A memory passed through his head that was quite similar.
”DON’T TOUCH MY EARS! STUPID PIE!” he cried out then turned and stormed off.
“You must have the wrong person, surely I would recall it should we have met before. Seeing as you’re new to town, I will let it drop with just a warning. I am Rashim Lystraan, not this… other person you’re searching for.” Those fuzzy images in the back of his head wouldn’t leave him alone, but he pushed them back down as best he could. Father had said that there was no need for any form of attachment to his past life, that it was best to simply forget everything from that time.
Before this… strange person had shown up, he’d done a very good job of that.
The other teen’s smile looked like it nearly split is face, not to mention revealed gleaming white teeth… two of which were sharper than they probably would have been on any normal human. Some things you just couldn’t completely hide. The blondes own tongue flicked at his sharpened canines before settling back down.
With arms crossed on his chest he allowed the other to keep speaking, best not to interrupt the slightly off in the head honey eyes boy. The name ‘Pyrrus’ gave him a start, not physically of course, that would be unbecoming of one in his position, father would be angry at such a thing. A name he recalled… vaguly. Flashes of memories past by in his head as he closed his eyes; a younger boy, someone he’d met before the adoption twelve years ago, tree’s, the river, laughter.
Suddenly someone was touching his head and angry evergreen eyes flashed open to knock the offending hand away. “Do not touch my head.” He growled out, letting his defenses slip, father would have been cross had he seen the scene. A memory passed through his head that was quite similar.
”DON’T TOUCH MY EARS! STUPID PIE!” he cried out then turned and stormed off.
“You must have the wrong person, surely I would recall it should we have met before. Seeing as you’re new to town, I will let it drop with just a warning. I am Rashim Lystraan, not this… other person you’re searching for.” Those fuzzy images in the back of his head wouldn’t leave him alone, but he pushed them back down as best he could. Father had said that there was no need for any form of attachment to his past life, that it was best to simply forget everything from that time.
Before this… strange person had shown up, he’d done a very good job of that.
Scared, out of his mind, that was the best way to put how he was currently feeling. Rashim could only be glad that his sister was no longer standing nearby… nor any of his brothers, and ESPECIALLY his father. Some random person had YELLED his name out into the crowd and rushed over to him, hugged him, and started to babble about the craziest of things.
The only thing he could see of the strange… male, definitely a male, was his brown hair. Strangely, the other teen, who was taller than him a good deal, seemed to know him from their apparently shared past. The blonde had known a good number of people in his eighteen (and a half) years. Somehow, his evergreen gaze managed to notice all of the stares, and there were a LOT of them. The brown haired person hugging him managed to draw a lot of attention with his voice.
The other person FINALLY stepped back enough for the blonde to take in his entirety, and not just the mess of hair and scarf… cape thing. He was certainly not dressed very well to do, more like it was winter than summer, his only clothes perhaps? Honey glazed eyes, a HUGE smile, and… he was tall. Over 6’ if his guess was correct, which it always was on this matter.
The teen fought back the urge to say something while thinking over the others words carefully. Had they met before? He would remember someone of this height, and he’d mentioned that he looked the same as he did when he was a child, well sorry for not growing into a bean pole. The last phrase caught his attention as he ran back over it in his head.
Rashim tried to think back to his childhood, he had a hard time remembering much before all of the lessons he’d been put through over the last decade. Certainly he would remember a giant of a boy though, wouldn’t he? A giant fire starting boy with brown hair, honey eyes, and a penchant for old wrongly climated clothing.
“Are you sure you have the right person?” He queried politely. Act natural, it’s best not to simply feed the a shark, they’ll only seek more. Perhaps that was who this was, one of those who saw someone partially famous or wealthy and was looking for a hand out. He’d met more than one of those. This was the first of them that had pretended to know him though.
The only thing he could see of the strange… male, definitely a male, was his brown hair. Strangely, the other teen, who was taller than him a good deal, seemed to know him from their apparently shared past. The blonde had known a good number of people in his eighteen (and a half) years. Somehow, his evergreen gaze managed to notice all of the stares, and there were a LOT of them. The brown haired person hugging him managed to draw a lot of attention with his voice.
The other person FINALLY stepped back enough for the blonde to take in his entirety, and not just the mess of hair and scarf… cape thing. He was certainly not dressed very well to do, more like it was winter than summer, his only clothes perhaps? Honey glazed eyes, a HUGE smile, and… he was tall. Over 6’ if his guess was correct, which it always was on this matter.
The teen fought back the urge to say something while thinking over the others words carefully. Had they met before? He would remember someone of this height, and he’d mentioned that he looked the same as he did when he was a child, well sorry for not growing into a bean pole. The last phrase caught his attention as he ran back over it in his head.
Rashim tried to think back to his childhood, he had a hard time remembering much before all of the lessons he’d been put through over the last decade. Certainly he would remember a giant of a boy though, wouldn’t he? A giant fire starting boy with brown hair, honey eyes, and a penchant for old wrongly climated clothing.
“Are you sure you have the right person?” He queried politely. Act natural, it’s best not to simply feed the a shark, they’ll only seek more. Perhaps that was who this was, one of those who saw someone partially famous or wealthy and was looking for a hand out. He’d met more than one of those. This was the first of them that had pretended to know him though.
Cool, refreshing, resplendent liquid cascaded down his throat sending shivers up the blonde’s spine. How could he have been so foolish as to go that long without water, father would be angry to learn of it. Best if he never do so, not that the evergreen eyes teen would do so. Setting the wooden ladle down next to the bucket he turned his gaze back over the crowd ponderously.
This many people had made it past the first phase of eliminations… not hat it was a difficult one in the least, but it still showed a facet of how many people were attempting to join in on the expedition. The next phase would be more difficult, of that he held little doubt. The ‘show your ability with your Sigil’ or ‘Sigil Control’. It would be simple enough for him, but there were those much less so trained in the use, and those who were just too weak in their ability to channel in the first place.
“Ohh, and here I thought you would have already been through here Brother,” came a female voice from nearby. The blonde forced his face to stay relaxed and unbothered by his adopted sisters light taunt.
”Phaira, I had expected you to already be on your way as well. Perhaps you are taking your time thinking that there is no real competition.”
“Hmmph, these peasants will never find Rin, they lack drive and conviction. Most of those who entered when I did couldn’t even pass the second trial.” The twenty year old sneered down her nose at the rest of the lard courtyards inhabitants.
“I expect that a great many will no doubt at least join in one of the larger groups that are set to depart sometime this month.”
“Below standard members will only drag the group down, no matter the size. Quality over quantity brother, Father taught us that much, surely you have not forgotten as of yet?” The blonde girl stated while turning her Steely grey eyes back to him in disdain.
“He also taught us the uses of a good pawn, and the weak are much easier to control than the strong. The masses can force their will, no matter how much weaker they are given sufficient quantity.” Rashim replied.
His sister merely smirked back at him. “Try not to die while out adventuring brother, I do so enjoy our little quarrels. If you will excuse me, I have a few A-listers that I saw in the trials to enthrall.”
The boy watched her go and shook his head, he would never understand women. His sister was the most prominent one he knew, and he could never fathom a thing she did. Father had stated that women were easy enough to control; of course, he’d told sister the same of men. One merely had to let them think that you had JUST what they needed, what they WANTED, and they would follow you around like a puppy… doing whatever it was you commanded. Sister had grown very good at that as she aged.
This many people had made it past the first phase of eliminations… not hat it was a difficult one in the least, but it still showed a facet of how many people were attempting to join in on the expedition. The next phase would be more difficult, of that he held little doubt. The ‘show your ability with your Sigil’ or ‘Sigil Control’. It would be simple enough for him, but there were those much less so trained in the use, and those who were just too weak in their ability to channel in the first place.
“Ohh, and here I thought you would have already been through here Brother,” came a female voice from nearby. The blonde forced his face to stay relaxed and unbothered by his adopted sisters light taunt.
”Phaira, I had expected you to already be on your way as well. Perhaps you are taking your time thinking that there is no real competition.”
“Hmmph, these peasants will never find Rin, they lack drive and conviction. Most of those who entered when I did couldn’t even pass the second trial.” The twenty year old sneered down her nose at the rest of the lard courtyards inhabitants.
“I expect that a great many will no doubt at least join in one of the larger groups that are set to depart sometime this month.”
“Below standard members will only drag the group down, no matter the size. Quality over quantity brother, Father taught us that much, surely you have not forgotten as of yet?” The blonde girl stated while turning her Steely grey eyes back to him in disdain.
“He also taught us the uses of a good pawn, and the weak are much easier to control than the strong. The masses can force their will, no matter how much weaker they are given sufficient quantity.” Rashim replied.
His sister merely smirked back at him. “Try not to die while out adventuring brother, I do so enjoy our little quarrels. If you will excuse me, I have a few A-listers that I saw in the trials to enthrall.”
The boy watched her go and shook his head, he would never understand women. His sister was the most prominent one he knew, and he could never fathom a thing she did. Father had stated that women were easy enough to control; of course, he’d told sister the same of men. One merely had to let them think that you had JUST what they needed, what they WANTED, and they would follow you around like a puppy… doing whatever it was you commanded. Sister had grown very good at that as she aged.
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