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Davi snorted. "I suppose they give you water when you're done running now," water had been a reward for those who had been exceptional. Those like Edric or Sam. Zeph would have been in the gasping group at the back with Davi, driven to chewing on leaves in the hope to ring some sort of moisture...

"Ready?" The voice came from over Zephyrine's shoulder in the direction of the gate through which, if she turned to see, Davi now strolled tugging on his shirt. Some habits were harder to break than others, and for Davi the habit of checking the surrounding area before any mission or errand...

Davi's lips pressed into a thin line. "I don't think your one requires any physical training. Manners, perhaps. Definitely anger management," he had no desires to ruin what had promised to be a rather quiet and easy job with the young apprentice forge worker. Especially when he had a feeling...

The way Davi's lips curved into a lopsided smirk suggested he knew just how much his comment had got beneath the other Dreadlords skin. He gave no other reaction as he sat down and helped himself to one of the bottles to pour both himself and Sam a glass. Once done he offered it down to Fern who...

Davi's only reply to Sam with the slight curve of his lips. Over the past few months he had found a quiet comfort in helping Cookie in the kitchen. Learning how to cook had steadily improved his relationship with food. There were still occasions where his stomach would twist itself into knots...

Davi folded his arms across his chest. "So was I when I first got here," perhaps not quite as bad as the girl, but he'd definitely been lean rather than bulky like he was shaping out to be now. He crinkled his nose. "I'll do what I can," he wouldn't make false promises, not when they depended...

A glance to Sam. "Correct," talking had never really been his strongest skill. Certainly not small talk. A muscle flickered in his cheek and then he continued. "Just use your sense - folk will let you know if you're not wanted. If you want feeding be back at sixth bell." Another stream of fire...

Sparrow's last sentence lingered in his mind long after the tent was put away and the rest of the army had broken camp. It stayed with him even when they fell into the long snaking line of people, horses and carts. His magic had never been a thing that had made his life easier. It had had him...

Davi gave a deep, long suffering sigh at Sam's pronouncement. He had had an inkling some task to do with the initiates would be coming his way, but that didn't mean he had to like it. "No," he cut in before Sam could answer and after a brief meaningful moment of eye contact, looked back to his...

The eagle had not gone far just out of earshot that the small ones endless questions didn't reach him. He didn't know why he hadn't tried a form like this sooner; it was peaceful and ran far less of a risk of fleas. The bird watched as the fight progressed then grew rather bored when Sol wasn't...

Davi allowed himself a small chuckle as Sam marched off; he'd have to remember that look that had passed across her face. He had a feeling it meant someone was getting an earful. He made quick, short work of rolling up their sleep mats and blankets and had been about to begin on the tent...

Davi still eyed her with trepidation as she stood, his body tense and ready to spring backwards out of any projectile zone there might be. Cautiously he rose to his own feet and, after a brief pause to give her stomach another moment to vocalise any objections, nodded. "Most of the others have...

The bird cocked its head to one side. Then the other. Now he understood what the guards had been muttering about when they had passed through. With a big sigh for a bird he spread his wings and launched into the sky; he had absolutely not agreed to deal with that.

Davi froze as she went down on one knee and then the other. She's going to be sick. He inched back slightly so if she was she didn't hurl up into his lap. He'd managed to have a bath that morning and find fresh clothes, he had no intentions of ruining it quite so quickly. "Do you err...

"Sparrow piled enough on my plate last night to feed three Edric's," Davi pointed out then settled down outside the tent flaps, plucking at blades of grass. Most of the little regiment were awake and beelining for the tantalising smell of freshly fried bacon. "Cookie made sure I ate first...