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Davi listened patiently whilst she formed her words and found himself giving the odd nod of encouragement when she seemed to hesitate. Afterwards, he sat in silence for some time whilst thinking on best to word his next point. "Why do you feel as though you cannot keep your friends if you...

Davi had been eager to leave the Academy and its darkness far behind so it was hard for him to empathise with the young initiate who sat beside him. He thought of what life might have been like there if he had had a friend. Someone like Sam he could have truly depended on. Would he have been sad...

Ah Kress she was sitting down and taking off her shoes. She definitely wanted this to be longer than a bit of encouragement. Suppressing a sigh and cursing Sam, he joined her on the grassy slope. "Adjustments can be good," he lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. At least it had been for him. Sam...

Davi nodded in quiet understanding. The Academy had been some of the darkest years of his life. Malnourished, mistreated, parts of his body broken and left to heal deformed. That was not even starting on the mental scars he still bore. It had taken six months for him to reach the point he would...

"You could have kept going." As usual Dreadlord Nevvaro's tone gave nothing away as to his true feelings. He could have been telling her off or enquiring whether she was sick and if that was why she had stopped. He turned back from the few paces he had been ahead of her to walk by her side...

Another chariot took the turn too hard and went crashed onto its side in a squeal of horses and the shattering of wood. Davi stroked a hand down his horses neck to keep it calm as two of the marshals positioned for that section of the race dashed forward to remove the debris, horses and bodies...

Davi watched the group go then gave a tiny shake of the head. "I bet you five silvers they don't make it to the second lap," one of the other Guards muttered, seeming to have listened to the whole exchange. The Dreadlord gave a quiet snort before moving to his own horse and mounting up. His...

Davi gave the sketch a single, brief look, then crumpled the piece of paper and tossed it in the bin.

Who?

Davi's eyes slowly slid to the guard he hadn't truly registered as being there. Blink. Then he was turning his attention back to Arn who seemed the only one in the team with the chipper attitude to pull the race off. He was fairly certain the blushing girl with the lance would impale one of...

Thankfully for the Guardsmen gathered, the Dreadlord had apparently yet to even realise Hellen existed. A rare half smile dimpled Davi's cheek. "A little." Of course, the Dreadlord's answer was a complete understatement. He had been participating in the pit crews for chariot racing since a...

Davi gave a quiet sigh as the man scurried off and tugged on his shirt. Another had come to finish off the word he had started on the horse and so he found himself exactly where he had not wanted to be; babysitting. His lips pressed together as the two girls stepped toward. One in particular -...

"Yes.... well..." Polt eyed up the two guards and finally seemed to assess them properly. Their youth, the unworn look to their uniforms, the excited glints in their eyes no veteran soldier would have. He tried to stifle a sigh. Fresh recruits were some of his least favourite to deal with...

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...