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Responsibility had been handed to her without a proper thought.
Or at least that is what Avery believed the moment she traveled to a town just shy of Elbion. It was here that her mission would truly begin.
This was her first trial. That was what Dreadlord Bennett had told her before handing her off towards the Portal. Do well on this mission and she would be taken in by the Vigilite to train in becoming a necessary individual to Vel Anir. She wasn't stupid. The Academy had done great work on her, and having rivals had made her sharper. Avery was to become a spy by the means of using her natural beauty to disarm. To infiltrate.
All those lessons she had been given growing up at the Academy had detached her from thinking any of it was natural to her being. Avery had been always careful in maintaining pretty appearances, to ensure her hair was always pleasant and never in her face. That her clothing was always flattering and fitted well. She had ensured that her posture was always right, that her voice was always soft, that her entire being was to be of perfection. Many of her classmates admired her, and that feeling alone made her wonder what it would be like to indulge. Perhaps put into practice what she had been taught.
She was never comfortable or confident in such a thing in the end.
Avery was estranged to affections or attachments. Was foreign to any other touch than a fight.
In a war between beauty and soldier, she couldn't choose to be one wholly than the other. She could be beautiful, but not the charmer they wanted her to be to be successful in their plans. She could be a deadly weapon, but unable to feel the reward to take another's life all on her own. It left her frustrated with herself that she could not reach the level of perfection those watching her had planned. Avery hated to disappoint, and mostly fail in her own goals... but she was a good liar.
I'm ready, she had told Dreadlord Bennett.
I will not fail you, she had promised.
She was not Avery Cathaoir, Initiate of the Academy, not today. Her uniform and her fighting leathers had all been left back in her room at the Academy, and instead was dressed in blue.
Blue suits you best, Initiate. Be sure to wear it when you can. That was one of the first lessons she had been taught.
Today, she would try to be perfection.
She will not fail.
Or at least that is what Avery believed the moment she traveled to a town just shy of Elbion. It was here that her mission would truly begin.
This was her first trial. That was what Dreadlord Bennett had told her before handing her off towards the Portal. Do well on this mission and she would be taken in by the Vigilite to train in becoming a necessary individual to Vel Anir. She wasn't stupid. The Academy had done great work on her, and having rivals had made her sharper. Avery was to become a spy by the means of using her natural beauty to disarm. To infiltrate.
All those lessons she had been given growing up at the Academy had detached her from thinking any of it was natural to her being. Avery had been always careful in maintaining pretty appearances, to ensure her hair was always pleasant and never in her face. That her clothing was always flattering and fitted well. She had ensured that her posture was always right, that her voice was always soft, that her entire being was to be of perfection. Many of her classmates admired her, and that feeling alone made her wonder what it would be like to indulge. Perhaps put into practice what she had been taught.
She was never comfortable or confident in such a thing in the end.
Avery was estranged to affections or attachments. Was foreign to any other touch than a fight.
In a war between beauty and soldier, she couldn't choose to be one wholly than the other. She could be beautiful, but not the charmer they wanted her to be to be successful in their plans. She could be a deadly weapon, but unable to feel the reward to take another's life all on her own. It left her frustrated with herself that she could not reach the level of perfection those watching her had planned. Avery hated to disappoint, and mostly fail in her own goals... but she was a good liar.
I'm ready, she had told Dreadlord Bennett.
I will not fail you, she had promised.
She was not Avery Cathaoir, Initiate of the Academy, not today. Her uniform and her fighting leathers had all been left back in her room at the Academy, and instead was dressed in blue.
Blue suits you best, Initiate. Be sure to wear it when you can. That was one of the first lessons she had been taught.
Today, she would try to be perfection.
She will not fail.