The Training Grounds/ 8th Bell /55th of Summer, 448 AV
Another day of training for the youth of the nest as many young and some older Dhani headed into the training area to work on their techniques. There were two instructors present, one to each end of the area where they held their own class for those they chose to train. To the far left were those in the more advance classes, and those to the right were still working their way up. There was a strange sighting on this day, as Morgana and Mamuro entered the training hall side by side. It was an odd sight to see the two walking together, but there they were.
Most were in Dhani form around the halls and Morgana and Mamuro did the same. The trickster slithered into the area covered in the dark robes that he sometimes wore, while his sister was dressed completely different, as she preferred to wear silk-like clothing that easily draped over her slender frame, while hiding only a little.
There were others with them, friends of Morgana's who slithered to the sides of them both. Anyone that knew Morgana knew that she had a younger brother, and that Mamuro was that brother. The same could be said about those who knew Mamuro, but of all those Dhani, none could explain the strange relationship between the two. But on this day, they arrived together and appeared to be of like-mind. There was a look in the young Dhani's eyes, a look of focus and determination.
Gone was the trickster, the Dhani that made jokes and spent more time playing around then being serious. This Dhani was cold and calculating, calm and patient. He had a purpose for being there, and he would let nothing sway him. One could only imagine what had happened in the few days in between the last time that Mamuro had come to wrestle, but there was a different fire in his eyes and a rather pleased look in the cold stare of his older sister.
One could only imagine..
Two of Morgana's friends slipped to each side of Mamuro and helped him from his robes. Another sight that many might find strange, but Mamuro seemed unfazed by it all. The young Dhani simply slithered out of the robes and made his way to join the group that he had trained with before. The instructor stared at him for a moment and the two that were wrestling paused to look as well. They all remembered what happened the last time that he was there, but even they could see that now..something was different.
Another day of training for the youth of the nest as many young and some older Dhani headed into the training area to work on their techniques. There were two instructors present, one to each end of the area where they held their own class for those they chose to train. To the far left were those in the more advance classes, and those to the right were still working their way up. There was a strange sighting on this day, as Morgana and Mamuro entered the training hall side by side. It was an odd sight to see the two walking together, but there they were.
Most were in Dhani form around the halls and Morgana and Mamuro did the same. The trickster slithered into the area covered in the dark robes that he sometimes wore, while his sister was dressed completely different, as she preferred to wear silk-like clothing that easily draped over her slender frame, while hiding only a little.
There were others with them, friends of Morgana's who slithered to the sides of them both. Anyone that knew Morgana knew that she had a younger brother, and that Mamuro was that brother. The same could be said about those who knew Mamuro, but of all those Dhani, none could explain the strange relationship between the two. But on this day, they arrived together and appeared to be of like-mind. There was a look in the young Dhani's eyes, a look of focus and determination.
Gone was the trickster, the Dhani that made jokes and spent more time playing around then being serious. This Dhani was cold and calculating, calm and patient. He had a purpose for being there, and he would let nothing sway him. One could only imagine what had happened in the few days in between the last time that Mamuro had come to wrestle, but there was a different fire in his eyes and a rather pleased look in the cold stare of his older sister.
One could only imagine..
Two of Morgana's friends slipped to each side of Mamuro and helped him from his robes. Another sight that many might find strange, but Mamuro seemed unfazed by it all. The young Dhani simply slithered out of the robes and made his way to join the group that he had trained with before. The instructor stared at him for a moment and the two that were wrestling paused to look as well. They all remembered what happened the last time that he was there, but even they could see that now..something was different.
