It had been more than embarrassing.
To not only be taken from the battle in a wagon for the wounded but to take this long with her own recovery was compounded failure in her own eyes.
For all her strength and prowess the skirmish had humbled Arbok thoroughly.
So today she was advised to meet with Syr Farren who was like her in that she could change her shape though Syr Farren had many shapes while Arbok only ever had one, a bear. A bear wasn't really the right term. She became bear instead of human. It was always her, no matter the form.
But she had been hurt badly by the battle and now her road to recovery and returning to service was long and shameful.
Syr Farren had better things to do surely but here they were. In the sand of the sparing pit, surrounded by all manner of training implementation from straw packed dummies to wooden weapons.
She tried to shake herself loose but her skin still ached. The healing was going well they said but it was slow and she was weak. To serve Arbok needed to be strong.
"Thank you, Syr Farren for taking the time. I'm sorry that it's needed. I'll try not to keep you from your duties."
Arbok gave Syr Farren the curtsey in respect. Low and steadily.
They wore a loose fitted robe that could be easily discarded. She had no need of clothing as bear but she still didn't want to be nude any longer than necessary for this.
Farren Lóthlindor
To not only be taken from the battle in a wagon for the wounded but to take this long with her own recovery was compounded failure in her own eyes.
For all her strength and prowess the skirmish had humbled Arbok thoroughly.
So today she was advised to meet with Syr Farren who was like her in that she could change her shape though Syr Farren had many shapes while Arbok only ever had one, a bear. A bear wasn't really the right term. She became bear instead of human. It was always her, no matter the form.
But she had been hurt badly by the battle and now her road to recovery and returning to service was long and shameful.
Syr Farren had better things to do surely but here they were. In the sand of the sparing pit, surrounded by all manner of training implementation from straw packed dummies to wooden weapons.
She tried to shake herself loose but her skin still ached. The healing was going well they said but it was slow and she was weak. To serve Arbok needed to be strong.
"Thank you, Syr Farren for taking the time. I'm sorry that it's needed. I'll try not to keep you from your duties."
Arbok gave Syr Farren the curtsey in respect. Low and steadily.
They wore a loose fitted robe that could be easily discarded. She had no need of clothing as bear but she still didn't want to be nude any longer than necessary for this.
Farren Lóthlindor
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