13th Summer, 21st bell. Xi sat in the corner of the rearing stallion. the table in-front of him and his feet up on the stool opposite him. His hood raised of his head and his cloak draped over his shoulders. Xi was sitting quietly in the corner of the rearing stallion. Musing about the events that had taken place, the last dregs of an empty ale cup in front of him. Least the booze here is stronger than the coloured water they have in nyka...Gods i miss real ale. Even if it tasted like utter shyke. I still want the extremely strong stuff that sunberth offered. Least that was easy to loose myself in. Xi sighed and lifted a hand to his face his fingers still coated in the steel plating that he always wore, even if the razor sharp blades of his gauntlets caught the torch light and gleamed a little. He wasn't planning on starting anything. He stroked his beard lightly and glanced up at the bar tender letting his dark neon royal black blue eye's say he wanted another drink to the waitress on duty. Something cold and hard in his eyes. Had he made an impact upon the course of the people wanting to join his school ? Has he made enough of an influence and had he shown off his skill enough to get people to join? He knew he wasn't the most advanced fighter out there but he could at least hold his own if he needed it...Even against mages. But Xi would keep that to himself. As he himself was a mage. Even if he didn't look like it. A slow breath exhaled from him he was going to have to pay for the drinks. He shrugged his school cost him a small fortune so if he wanted to make back the revenue he needed the student's to keep him afloat. He didn't really know exactly how much he was going to make but he'd paid for it all out of his own pocket , meaning he owed no-one anything and there fore had his own freedom to do with his building what he liked, with his "home". Xi smirked and let his mind dwell on that word..."Home". A word that meant little to many, but held so much meaning for him...He'd never really had a true "home". |