Private Tales The Goblin, the Horse, and the Hair

[Avery]

Avery cleared her throat, sliding another morsel of food. "Pay them no mind. Even once they start to talk about you, do not give them anything to fuel their stupid fires." Was all she said before eating.

She only responded to one or two Initiates that needled her with commentary. Vittoria and King were the sort that demanded to be acknowledged, and luckily for her, were easy to antagonise in return.

Once swallowed her food, Avery let out an exhale. "At least we don't have to put up with those types after graduation."

 

[Kael]

Kael continued to eat his food and watch Avery recover. A thought flashed in his mind that extending it any longer would be cruel.

“There are much worse things to be suspected of.” He said honestly. “I can handle a few wandering eyes. Or the odd jealous sparring match, should it come.” Kael continued as Avery ate. The girl finally swallowed, and Kael hoped the tension would lull.

“You’re a bit more optimistic about it than I am.” Kael responded. “But there should be some ability to shape a bit more of our lives.”

 

[Avery]

Avery frowned.

"It's just a job, Kael. We're training for a job... unless you want to go into the reserves, which I will not judge you for, but even then, you are free to travel the rest of the cities in our territories. Or even yet... the third option."

The third option being exile. That was a choice given to to them all at the end of their Academy education. If chosen, you would not be hunted down at least.

"If I don't like the job the Vigilite give me, then I am free to choose where I shall serve. I would like to see the Western cities. There is an old city called Vel Redynne that has buildings preserved over centuries. Some of the ruins are even part of the everyday life, such as one of their famous gardens... It would be nice to be stationed there." And it had a ferry service from Redynne to Vel Odren, the island where wealthy Anirians traveled to.