by Jaden Wolf » 07/05/2014 11:18 PM
1:30 PM: Perform rituals with elders
2:00 PM: More combat lessons.
The sound of wood hitting flesh as well as grunting and groaning could be heard all up and down the western corridors. In the sparring pit, Naria stood blindfolded with a staff as several monks attacked her, some with staffs, others with bamboo swords and the rest bare-handed. The elder stood with her instructor to the side, watching quietly as she defeated every monk who came at her. She had a few close calls, but was doing very well...until one monk managed to get in a lucky blow with his staff and knocked her off her feet.
"That's enough," called out the instructor calmly. Naria whipped off her blindfold and looked at him to see that he had a smirk on his face and a glint in his eye. Taking the offered hand from the monk who took her down, she bowed to her opponents before approaching her instructor and the head monk.
"How did I do?" she asked, still somewhat breathless from the training. For a moment, the head monk just stared at her with a stern face. Just as Naria started to fear she might get scolded, the monk's face broke into a grin and she smiled back in relief.
"Wonderful, Naria. I think you can certainly call yourself a master of the staff. We are running out of things to teach you," he said heartily. She shook her head and bowed to him.
"I doubt that very much, Master Tuon. You still know much more than I."
The monk shrugged.
"Oh, perhaps."
Grinning back at him, Naria raised her head and turned to her instructor only to bow again. He bowed his head in return and retreated back into the temple halls. Behind her, Master Tuon turned and headed towards his rooms.
"Come then, Naria. It is my turn to drill some things into your head."
You can pretend that when you hear my voice, darling, it's your choice not to fall in.
But it's all an act, 'cause I know exactly what you're wanting. You know it's what I'm wanting
Boy I know what you desire, oh, you're such a bad, bad liar
This could be perfection, or venom dripping in your mouth
Singing like a Siren, love me while your wrists are bound