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Pawel's jaw set for a beat, resolute in disapproving of Vel Anir's excuse for better practices. The man had a rough idea of how much worse life had been for the Academy's Initiates; the tales from former Anirian Guards of cruelty-stunted Dreadlords to whom mercy was an alien concept was proof enough.
Then, of course, there was Dreadlord Quinnick, a product of the system left with little aspirations other than exactly what she was trained to do. A young woman so burdened by misery that she seemed incapable of feeling joy. Meeting her had spurred his attendance today, steeling his resolve to witness Academy practices and test the merits of any so-called improvements. No matter how much the thought of pitting children against one another in an exhibition of violence turned his stomach.
What was this woman's story? He shuddered to think—poor thing.
"Glacial," came the single-word answer to Liliana's commentary on slow progress, his brow furrowing at the many roadblocks he had encountered so far in his fledgling career. "Vel Anir remains obstinate in the face of small changes."
It was expected. Anirians only seemed to be moved by violent revolution. That grim countenance faded, a smile blooming in its place, determined and optimistic. "Ah, not to fret. I won't be deterred so easily."
Without warning, the other half of his mutton sandwich was held beneath the woman's face, that smile shifting into a cheeky grin, far-flung from the grim Wilhart jaw from moments before. He imagined Lady Lorel did not often experience sandwiches being thrust upon her, but what better way to foster future friendships than with food?
"My appetite has abandoned me, I'm afraid. I wouldn't want it to go to waste."
Then, of course, there was Dreadlord Quinnick, a product of the system left with little aspirations other than exactly what she was trained to do. A young woman so burdened by misery that she seemed incapable of feeling joy. Meeting her had spurred his attendance today, steeling his resolve to witness Academy practices and test the merits of any so-called improvements. No matter how much the thought of pitting children against one another in an exhibition of violence turned his stomach.
What was this woman's story? He shuddered to think—poor thing.
"Glacial," came the single-word answer to Liliana's commentary on slow progress, his brow furrowing at the many roadblocks he had encountered so far in his fledgling career. "Vel Anir remains obstinate in the face of small changes."
It was expected. Anirians only seemed to be moved by violent revolution. That grim countenance faded, a smile blooming in its place, determined and optimistic. "Ah, not to fret. I won't be deterred so easily."
Without warning, the other half of his mutton sandwich was held beneath the woman's face, that smile shifting into a cheeky grin, far-flung from the grim Wilhart jaw from moments before. He imagined Lady Lorel did not often experience sandwiches being thrust upon her, but what better way to foster future friendships than with food?
"My appetite has abandoned me, I'm afraid. I wouldn't want it to go to waste."
