Completed Sword Partner (Turrin)

[Syveris]

Turrin raised his hand, and Syveris stopped her next movement immediately. She eyed the half-Myrian, worried that she had put too much force in her slash once again. However, when he complimented her, the Avora couldn't help but smile, thanking the Endal happily. She knew she had much more to learn, and it had been only one hit, but she was learning, and this made her proud and happy.

Then Turrin began to tell her about what he had answered when his mother asked him the same question the Endal made to her, and she became thoughtful. She could see he wasn't very proud of what he had said, but then, she supposed she would have said the same when she was younger. Syveris didn't have the excuse of being a Myrian, though. She had only been more violent that she should when she was a Yasi.

She listened quietly to the skull story, trying to think of a way to offer a word of comfort. Turrin was clearly distracted by what had happened, and still, she found nothing to say. Syveris didn't have a father to lose, but she had Virat, and he was like a brother to her. Loosing him would be like loosing a part of her, and she wondered if this was what Turrin felt. Even so, she couldn't say anything that could possibly help, so Syveris only listened to the Endal talk. Fortunately, Turrin's mood soon improved, and Syveris returned his laugh with a smile.

"I may not understand philosophical stuff, but it won't be that easy to scare me away, I'll have you know." she then looked at the wooden sword she was holding, and swung her sword, as if analyzing if she should take the Endal on his proposal. "Well, I could try and knock you out, but you always block my blows to your head, anyway. So what's the point?"

Still smiling, the Avora closed her hands firmly around the handle and prepared herself. She faced the Endal for a whole chime before she changed her mind, and tried to mimic his starting stance, also pointing the tip of her sword to his head. It was still weird, but she supposed that, if she didn't try, she would never learn. Syveris waited only a few ticks before finally moving, quickly stepping closer to him and swing the wooden sword against his, trying to hit his neck. As fast as she could, she swung it back, this time aiming on his right arm. Syveris found out that she enjoyed this, even if she still wasn't very good. It was a good excercise, and it certainly helped her to relax, at the same time that it demanded her to try new things, even if she wasn't sure they would work. The Avora tried stepped away, trying not to be hit by Turrin, and aimed at the other side of his hip, holding the sword with only one hand. When it hit, the wood weapon escaped her hand, falling on the ground with a loud sound.

"Ops..." she blushed a little at her mistake, but smiled soon after. Well, she was learning, wasn't she? "Maybe not one hand yet."

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[Turrin]

Turrin gave her a wide smile when she got his joke. Turrin didn't answer her question about the point of whacking him in the head, so he just gave her small chuckle and nodded for her to attack. The attack came swiftly as she struck at his neck. Turrin brought the handle of his sword up over the right side of his head and wooden blade protecting his left side intercepted the attack with a loud clunk. Suddenly, the Inarta slashed at his right arm. The velocity of her strike could have easily broke his sword arm, so he quickly swung down his talon sword onto her wooden talon sword and parried it away from his arm. Turrin watched as she retreated slightly away from him when he parried her strike. Turrin saw that she was starting to fatigue, so it was his turned to attack. Holding the sword horizontally in front of his face, Turrin stepped forward with a feint slashing at the air in front of her, but at the same time, she swung using one hand at his hip, so he brought his talon sword down and swung up to parry wooden blade away from his body. The Endal's talon sword missed the parry on her talon sword and Syveris wooden talon sword struck his hip. However, when her talon sword hit, it lost momentum and power because she dropped the wooden talon sword when it hit his hip. The strike didn't hurt him at all if it were real. It would only cause a flesh wound. Walking forward, the tall Endal picked up her wooden talon sword and said with a shake of his head, “Talon swords are meant to fight one handed Syveris. I am fighting two handed with it to add more stability and strength to my defense and to had strength to my attacks. When you fight one handed with your talon sword, you have more speed and flexibility with your weapon. In the future when you are practicing on your own, I want you to swing with your real talon sword, so you get used to weight, and in doing so, it will give you strength in your sword arm.” Walking forward, Turrin took her talon sword, placed the hilt of the sword in her hand, and closed her fingers around the hilt. He gave her a reassuring smile and said softly as he started to move her hand up the middle of the hilt, “The hilt is long, so you need to try to hold it in the middle, so you don't drop it on impact.” Turrin moved her hand to highest place on the handle, “If you hold it to high, you will loose reach and flexibility in your swing.” Moving her hand to lower part of the hilt, the Endal explained, “If you hold it to low, you will control of your weapon because all the weight of the sword is in front of your hand. Just like your grip on the hilt. Placement of your hand is equally as important, Syveris.” Letting go of Syveris hand, the myrian took a step back and held the hilt of the sword with both hands, so the blade was above his shoulder. Turrin looked at Syveris and said with a smile, “Ready?” As the Turrin stepped forward, the myrian switched from two hands to one hand and swung a sweeping strike down and across the calf of her left leg trying to sweep her off her feet.

[Syveris]

One handed? Syveris frowned. She would have way more work to train than she had first thought. Well, it didn't really matter. She would improve, slowly. It wasn't like she was in a real hurry, anyway. The Avora nodded at Turrin's suggestion. She should really train with her real sword, otherwise, it wouldn't be a lot of help. Even her could tell that the weight of the wooden sword and the real one were different, and it would be more wise to train with the one she would actually use. Syveris made a mental note to train how to hold and swing her sword with only one hand.

Syveris relaxed her hand, allowing Turrin to adjust it in the handle, and listened close to what he was saying. She didn't want to miss a crucial information. When the Endal let go of her hand, she tested it, trying to adjust her grip. The blade still felt weird on her hand, but she would get used to it, if she trained. Syveris was still focusing on the handle, so she didn't notice the attack until Turrin was already near her. Yelping in surprise, she placed the blade between her leg and the Endal's sword, gripping the handle harder as she felt it would fall from her hand. The attack almost made her loose her balance, and she had to take a few steps to stabilize herself again. Well, at least the sword was still in her hand.

The Avora took a few steps back, so she could have time to try to defend herself if Turrin attacked again. She had to try hard not to grip the sword with two hands. If she allowed herself to do it, then she would never learn.

Syveris waited for another attack from Turrin, thinking about using it to get a breach in his defense. She quickly jumped to the opposite side the blade was going, getting out of the way. The Avora could feel the very tip of the weapon touch her, but it was light enough so she was sure it wouldn't have been a serious scratch, even if the blade had been real. Swinging her sword, she aimed at the arm Turrin was holding his weapon, trying to hit it, but her grip still wasn't right, and the blow had been just as effective as the Endal's, and she wasn't sure her sword had even managed to hit him. Hissing at herself, Syveris took another step back, getting out of range. She tried to adjust her hand on the handle, but her arm was already starting to hurt. The Avora wasn't used to sword fighting, and she could feel her breath coming out slightly harder than normal, as she got away from yet another attack. Then, she swung her sword, trying to hit Turrin's side. Again, it wasn't very effective, as her grip on the sword was still awkward, but it was better than the last. Taking another step back, Syveris smiled, and raised her hands.

"I'm getting tired." she breathed, while putting the sword on the ground. Her arms were beginning to ache, due to both the sword fighting and the work she had done in the morning. Syveris sighed. It would probably hurt more in the next day, but she could cope with it. She stretched herself, and smiled at Turrin. "So, it was your mother that taught you to fight that well?"

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[Turrin]

Watching the Avora successfully block his attack, Turrin noticed after the strike that she started to stumble to the side after the block. Syveris was off balance, so he decided to go in for the “killing blow.” Bringing back the sword to him, Turrin swung his sword horizontally across the exposed belly of the pale woman; however, Syveris was quick enough to see the simple attack, and she was able to dodge his attack. Slight off balanced now, the glassblower slashed at the meaty part of his arm, and all Turrin could do was lean away from the oncoming wooden blade. He felt the tip of wooden sword knick his arm. If she was using metal blade, he would have a large shallow cut across his arm, but with the wooden blade, the worst of his injuries might be a bruise or splinter. Turrin held his sword out in front of him, so he could easily attack or defend if needed. Turrin golden eyes watched the golden eyes of Avora, and he waited for her next attack patiently. When Syveris swung at his side, Turrin stepped forward and swung at her blade to parry it away. The Myrian's wooden blade hit her wooden blade hard, and he smiled to himself when she was able to hold onto her weapon. When Syveris took a step back and put her hand up for him to stop, the large man relaxed his stance and pointed his sword tip at the ground. Turrin thought she fought well for a novice, but he knew experience will refine herself as a warrior, and her wild swings would become precise and calculated as the years go bye. Rubbing his arm in the location of her hitting him, Turrin decided that he would have some fun with the Avora, so he stared at his muscle for about a chime With a look of concern on his face, he looked up at Syveris and lied with a pout on his face, “They really need to sand these practice swords. Look at the size of splinter in my arm, Syveris. It must be a inch long!” Rubbing his uninjured arm to add to his act of being hurt, Turrin gave Syveris a look of concern and said with worried look on his face, “Maybe I should go to the Infirmary, so it doesn't fester...” By the heavy breathing, Turrin could tell by the sound of her voice Syveris was winded from the spar. The Myrian started to follow her lead and stretch out his shoulder and arm muscles. Suddenly, she mentioned that she was tired, but the second smile brought a wide smile to his face when he thought of his mother teaching him the art of swordsmanship. Turrin knew his mother was a warrior by any means ;however, she took up the talon sword for self-defense and exercise in the city of Wind Reach. When she started teaching Turrin swordsmanship, she was competent enough in her skills to teach her son more than the basics. The Endal always thought his mother was a remarkable woman even if the Matriarch of the clan saw her as burden to the rest of the Twisted Vine. Turrin looked at Syveris and said with a smile, “Yes, my mother Ceela was a musician in Wind Reach, but she decided to learn the talon sword because she wanted to be able to defend herself and exercise. My mother joked that playing the harp wasn't the most physical activity. She wasn't as skilled as the masters in Wind Reach, but she was competent enough to teach her son at age six how to wield the family blade.” Turrin paused for a moment to let the happy memories flow into his mind, and he said with a smile, “My mother was kind, beautiful, and talented woman. It is to bad that she isn't alive to met you, Syveris. She would have like you. My sister would have adored you if she was alive too since she was glassblower. Than both of you could talk about sand and umm... heat and..err breakable things.” Turrin knew nothing about glass making, so he mentioned the first two things that came to mind about glass, sand and heat.

[Syveris]

Turrin stared at the place the Avora had hit him, and she wondered if her strike had been too strong. Her worries were confirmed with the Endal's words, and Syveris looked at him, eyes wide.

"The Infirmary? It's that bad? I'm sorry!" she said, hurrying to the man's side to look at the place. However, there was only a red mark where her sword had connected to his skin, nothing that seemed too out of ordinary. Sending a look at his face, the Avora registered the rest of the Endal's words. Straightening her back and crossing her arms, she glared at him.

"That wasn't funny." it would be actually believable if she hadn't smiled right after the words left her mouth. She had been worried for a chime, but if she had just paid attention to the rest of his words, she would have noticed sooner that he was joking. After all, she doubted that, even if she put all her strength in her blow, she would be able to make a wound bad enough it would actually fester.

Syveris smiled again, listening to Turrin talk about his mother. He seriously must have loved her, since every word he spoke about her was filled with emotion.

"A musician? Really?" Syveris asked, interested. "I have met only one musician before, but he was... really strange." her voice became sad for a tick. However, she didn't want Turrin to ask, so she simply smiled again. "Was you mother strange?" she teased.

"I think I'd have loved to meet her too. Both of them. You sure make them sound like incredible people." Syveris had to laugh when Turrin said that they could talk about sand and heat. It was funny, in her head, specially since the last thing she talked about with Virat and other glassworkers was sand and heat. Sure, they talked about it when they had to teach someone about what type of sand should be used, or how much heat was necessary for a certain piece, but that was it. It wasn't a common topic of conversation. Glasswork came with more interesting things.

It took almost a whole chime for her to stop laughing, and she hoped Turrin wouldn't be offended. It wasn't her intention to offend him. It just his words sounded funny to her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed." the Avora tried to keep the smile out of her face. "It's just... I don't think your sister and I would have discussed the heat." She was failing terrible at not being amused. "We would have probably discussed techniques to make a piece, or try to figure out how a piece can be made. Or even just discuss the glasswork around the city." her smile turned to a more gentle one. "You have seen it, right? All the glasswork around Wind Reach? Some are actually very hard to miss, so I guess you have. You know the Stained Glass Gallery? Have you ever looked up? It's probably the most beautiful stained glass panels I have ever seen." Syveris noticed she was trailing off again. "Sorry. I was babbling. It's just Wind Reach is certainly every glassworker's dream, even if they don't know it."

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[Turrin]

When Syveris started to talk about her glass work, Turrin just sat and listened to the young woman talk about her passion. The Endal didn't understand why the Avora found his ignorant comment about glassblowing, so funny, but he shook his head at how dumb her might of sounded. He hear by the sound of her voice that she and Kaya would have hit it off immediately. It was sad that his sister wasn't her to meet her. When she asked if he had seen any glass work around Wind Reach, Turrin decided to be a arse and said with dumb look on his face, “Glass...are you talking about the smooth breakable stuff that you can see through with pretty colors in them?” Turrin paused for a few ticks and said with a shake of his head, “Nope. I can't say that I have, Syveris.” Turrin decided to shut up and let her continue talking without him being a smart-ass. Turrin stayed in silence as the girl continued talking about the amazing glass work around the city. When she talked about the Glass Gallery, Turrin couldn't stop himself from chuckling as he remembered his sister Kaya banning him from the museum. His Twin was worried that he would break something. She might have been right, but he wasn't the kind of Myrian that would blow off a order from a Myrian female, so he never went to the Glass Gallery. Turrin still in a playful mood stuck up his hand and said simply, “My sister Kaya said that I can't go there because I might accidentally break something expensive. In her words, I am about as graceful as Wind Eagle on ice.” Turrin gave her more serious look and said softly, “Maybe you could take me someday. I would love to learn about what you do, Sy.” Turrin laughed out loud when Syveris asked if his mother was strange. The Endal knew her mother wasn't well like in his father's clan. She was a artist and not a warrior, so she was immediately looked down upon as weak and useless barbarian for having such a pacifistic view on life. Unfortunately his sister a half-Myrian took the same philosophy, so he was shunned by her Myrian peers. The only real reason the Clan didn't kill her mother or run her out of Taloba sooner was his father, but when he died, Turrin's mother and sister weren't welcome in the clan. Turrin had a choice since he was a warrior. He could have stayed in Taloba and join the army, or he could escort his family to Wind Reach. He choose his family over his glory in the Myrian army. Turrin stopped laughing for about half a chime as he tried to remember his mother. He knew his mother often saw and talk to strange creatures that only she could see. He asked his father about it, and he told him that it was a infliction in the blood of Inarta. The Endal didn't know what he meant, but he always humored his mother when she had these episodes. He never seen the strange creatures that she spoke off. However, he always tried to make her feel normal regardless of her affliction. Turrin gave Syveris said softly with a warm smile on his face, “Looking back on mother, I would say that she was quite a odd bird. Unlike me who had a more reserved personality like my father. The best word to describe my mother would be eccentric. She had on personal traditions like braiding a feathers, bones, or glass beads into her hair or ours on a sunny day to immediately taking it out and braiding it on the other side of her face if it started to rain.” Turrin shook his head and said with a laugh, “Believe it or not Syveris my mother had a small pouch of hair adornments that she carried with her at all times. I think at one point. I had five different glass adornments in my hair just for going hunting with my father.” Crossing his arms, Turrin shook his head and continued, “In my father's Clan in Taloba, my mother earned the nickname as the Bird Lady because when a Inarta speaks in Nari, they sound like chirping birds to non Nari speakers. My sister and I got the nicknames as her Chicks by the other women in my clan. You should have seen the look on my Grandmother's face when mother started to insult her in Nari. The old Crone looked like she was about to jump out of her chair and strangle my mother for tweeting at her for a good five chimes.” Turrin was a little hesitant about talking about his mother's affliction, but he felt like he could trust her with this family secret. Turrin gave her a awkward smirk and said softly, “I haven't even told my best friend Drusilla about my mother's affliction, but I have a feeling that I can trust you.” Turrin took a breath and said softly, “From time to time, my mother saw and talked to strange creatures called the Qibbles. My mother claimed that these creatures only showed themselves with different emotions, so a person who was happy had a unique Qibble to someone who was angry. She told me once the glass beads, feathers, and bones in my hair were to ward off the negative Qibbles and attract the positive Qibbles. It was quite complicated ritual of finding the right combination, but my mother seemed to prefect it when she was raising us.”Turrin shook his head and unconsciously touched the missing feather in his hair and said sadly, “I asked my father, and he told me that it had to do with her Inarta blood, but he told us children to humor her, and she was quite happy to the day that she died.” Turrin looked at her and said with a wink, “By the way, you have a Qibble hiding at the base of you neck under your hair. It must be a shy little thing.” oocI think the Qibbles might be the strangest thing that I ever came up with on Mizahar. Oh Turrin gave you a nickname too. It is Sy.

[Syveris]

"Oh, come on!" the Avora exclaimed, knowing that Turrin was teasing her with his definition of glass, but not able to keep quiet even so. "You know what I'm talking about! You have gone there, sometime!" she pouted, deciding to ignore the comment when Turrin stayed in silence. Syveris wondered if her babbling were boring him, but then he asked her to take him there someday, and she smiled.

"Well..." she waited for half a chime, pretending to think seriously about it. "I don't know. If your sister is right, we don't want our precious glasswork destroyed, do we?" Syveris shook her head, smiling. "I'm glad you are listening to me like this. I know I can blab a lot when I'm talking about glasswork. And since I talk mostly just to Virat, this is almost never a problem, but..." she blushed a little when she said she only talked with one person. The Avora really needed some new friends, didn't she? Well, they would come in time. Shaking her head to shove away the thoughts, Syveris smiled to Turrin again. "Don't worry. I'll take you there someday, and then you will probably hear enough of glasswork for a lifetime. And then will never be able to talk about it again." she said, jokingly.

It was very nice, to just talk like this. Syveris had missed it. Well, not really. She and Virat talked all the time, her mentor always happy to discuss it with her. But, if not with him, Syveris couldn't remember talking with another person like this, and she liked it a lot. Her Yasihood hadn't exactly been sociable, so she sure missed a lot of those kinds of interaction. Syveris sighed, noticing she was wandering off again, and focused on what Turrin was saying. The Endal was telling her about his mother. And saying that yes, she was a bit odd. The Avora smiled. Her theory about musicians had yet to be proved wrong.

"A different hairstyle for each occasion? Your mother must have a lot of creativity." Syveris wondered out loud. She could barely figure something nice to do with her hair if the occasion demanded, so she mostly used her hair loose. It wasn't too big so it would be a bother, anyway. "But I can totally see her with a pouch of adornments. Most Inarta like to tie a lot of things in their hairs." Syveris laughed a bit when Turrin told her about the glass beads in his hair. How she would have liked to see it...

She laughed once again, imagining the face of a very annoyed old Myrian. "That must have been fun to watch." Syveris thought for a while, and then frowned. "Why they treated you all like this, though? Weren't... Well, you never said your mother was an actual warrior, but she could fight, couldn't she? Then why wasn't she accepted? Why weren't you and your sister accepted?" Syveris was curious. It wasn't enough that a person knew what she or he was doing? It should really be. If she wasn't a bother, then she should have been treated with respect. The Avora sighed. People sure were odd, sometimes.

Syveris seriously thought about teasing Turrin, but she decided to remain quiet. The Endal had said he trusted her, and only one person had said that before, so the Avora wanted to be worth of this trust. Keeping her face serious, she listened to the other talk. She saw Turrin touch his hair, and Syveris wondered if he missed having a feather there. Well, she should give one to him, then. Not that she had any, right then, but she could easily find one. It was a simple gift, and Syveris almost felt stupid for thinking of it, but she supposed the Endal would like a present. Or maybe not. If the feather didn't have any special meaning, it would be just a gift. Well, she would think about it later.

"I don't think it's about Inarta blood." Syveris eyed him, trying to hide a smile. "We are not weird, you know, right?" she shook her head, and smiled, widely. "Your mother seems like a good person, though. You came back to Wind Reach because your mother missed here?" the Avora asked. If it was her, she would miss Wind Reach. Actually, she doubted she would ever be able to leave. "Why did she left, in the first place?" she whispered to herself, wondering out loud.

And then, Turrin said something about one of the weird creatures he spoke off hiding on her hair. Unconsciously, she touched the base of her neck, searching for something. The Avora blushed when she noticed what she had done, and pouted again.

"Ok, no Glass Gallery tour for you anymore." she said, not even trying to hide the smile that crossed her face. "Really, you remember me of Virat, with all that teasing. I bet both of you would love to talk." Syveris said, the thought just occurring to her. Maybe she should really introduce both of them sometime. The thought made her smile even more, although she wasn't sure why.

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[Turrin]

When the Inarta woman glared at him for his Qibble comment, Turrin said with a pout, “But..But I wanted to see the shiny glass...Fine I will just just have to go by myself. It won't be fun going alone though, and I might break something.” The Endal knew that he shouldn't be teasing her, but he just wanted to see her reaction. The half-Myrian asked with a smile of his own, “Maybe I can convince Virat to give me a tour since you sided with my sister with the tour.” Turrin wanted to ask her a few questions about her world. Before, he gave her the dirty details of his past. The subject about his family leaving Taloba was a touchy subject because the half-breed still had some strong feelings about how his Grandmother and his Aunt treated his father's family. He knew that he couldn't have done nothing to change his Grandmother's mind about his mother and his sister. Turrin wasn't sure if he wanted to tell her everything about his families past, but he had a feeling that he could trust her. The Endal decided to answer her questions out of order, “My father told me that at age sixteen my mother was starting to show signs of her mental infliction. The hallucinations were getting so bad that she was endanger of loosing her Chiet status as musician and becoming a Dek. At the time as a child in Taloba, I had no clue what he was talking about with terms like Chiet and Dek, but when I moved to Wind Reach, I learned quickly what my father meant when he said my mother had to runaway Wind Reach.” Walking to the weapon rack, Turrin put the wooden talon sword on the rack and turned to her and said softly, “You asked me the reason that my Grandmother or Matriarch of my Clan didn't accept her. Well it is simple, my Grandmother would rather kill an outsider than to allow them into the clan. If it weren't that my mother was pregnant with my sister and I, and he love for her son. My mother's head would be decorating the hall of my clan's longhouse.” Turrin eyes flashed with anger as he thought about his Grandmother and walked back to his backpack and his talon sword scabbard. When he picked up the talon sword and unsheathed his family sword from the scabbard and said simply, “My mother learned how to use the talon sword from her father, but she was no where as skilled with her weapon than any a Myrian warrior.” Turrin seemed to be lost in his story as he stared at the metal blade of her mother's people. The Endal shook his head and said still looking at talon sword, “When my sister and I were born, my Grandmother gave my mother a chance to join the clan. However, she would have to kill a Dhani prisoner in mortal combat. When my mother refused to kill our ancient enemy, she was branded useless by the clan elders. My father had no say in the decision since he was just a man, and in Myrian society men have no real power anyways. After the decision, my Mother was just a stray dog in my Clan's eyes.” Turrin squeezed the sword hilt tightly and said in almost a whisper, “...and my sister and I were just the stray's litter.” Turrin paused for a moment and said sadly, “My mother endured her treatment because of my father and her family, but in her eyes, I knew that she missed Wind Reach. When my Grandmother banished my mother and sister from the clan after my father was killed in battle, she was relieved that she could leave.” Turrin looked at Syveris and said with a smirk, “I could have stayed in Taloba, joined the army, and eventually found a mate with Myrian woman from another Clan, but I choose to give up my glory in the Queen-Goddess' army just for the sake of my family. I couldn't let them travel Falyndar and Kalea alone without me. My father would have never forgave me... ” Sheathing the talon sword in his scabbard, Turrin turned to her and said with awkward smile, “It funny how life seems to carry you away like a river doesn't it, Syveris?”

[Syveris]

Syveris knew the Endal was just teasing, but even so, the thought of him breaking the glass on the Gallery (although she doubted someone could manage to do this unconsciously) made her whole face turn into a frown of worry. It could be fun to imagine if it was anything other than glass. However, when Virat came up, Syveris chuckled.

"Of course. Good luck with that. I doubted you could even make him stay away from the Glass Reverie too long to even ask that. Besides, if I tell him you can break the glass, he will eat your head off, even if you are Endal and all that." she teased back, only half joking. Virat was almost obsessed with glass, and one mention of breaking a finished piece could be enough for the man to antagonize someone forever.

When Turrin began to answer her more serious questions, Syveris noticed he wasn't very comfortable with it, but it made her happy that the Endal trusted her enough to answer, anyway. Syveris frowned. Turning to a Dek, specially after you have been put in another caste already, was something terrible. Dek weren't not the lowest of Wind Reach, but also the most useless of them. To her, it was probably the worst thing that could happen with an Inarta. Although the Avora doubted she would be able to run away if it happened to her, she understood Turrin's mother to try to leave while she still had her status as Chiet.

But, apparently, that wasn't even the reason as to why his clan hadn't accepted his mother. Just because she was an outsider? Syveris sighed, feeling there was really some similarities between Myrian and Inarta, although at least in Wind Reach outsiders could reach the same status as natives. Not without some struggle, but they could.

The fact that they weren't accepted into the clan was clearly a still sore subject for Turrin, and Syveris saw him squeeze the sword while he kept talking. The Avora got closer to him, and patted his shoulder.

"I bet your mother had to endure a lot. She must have been a very strong person." she smiled. "And you are too. It must have been hard to leave the life you wanted behind for your family."

Syveris had to think for a while about the question the half Myrian asked. She had never thought of life that way before. On her Yasihood, she allowed life to carry her, without trying to fight. Well, she did fought a lot, but never tried to change the way things were by herself. She could say she was being carried like a river, but that was something she worked daily to change, now. She wanted to be the one who chose her destiny.

"I think..."´ she answered slowly, trying to put her thoughts into words. "I think that life can be like a river yes, but it will only carry you if you allow it to. There is always the option of swimming, and if you swim in the same direction the flow wants to take you, then it's still your decision." she blushed. Talking like this really wasn't for her. "What I mean is that you could have stayed, but you didn't. And it really wasn't life that chose to take you here, to Wind Reach, it was you." she sighed, and smiled. "Well, this is kind of weird to put into words. I usually try not to think too much about it."

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[Turrin]

When she mentioned that she was strong to endure quite a lot, Turrin said with a smile, “Yes, she was one of the most remarkable women that I ever met. Even though she had to deal with her mental condition my mother never stopped being herself for the sake of others. I loved her dearly. I wish you could have met her, Sy.” Turrin listened to Syveris' wise words about choosing his own course in his life. Maybe the Endal realized that the Myrian army wasn't right for him at that particular moment especially if it meant leaving his sister behind. However, when he left Taloba, he didn't realize that a part of soul still yearned to fight, bleed and die for the glory of his Goddess Myri. He didn't think Syveris would understand the yearning of his soul, but he felt like the red headed human understood him, but most importantly, she accepted him. Turrin noticed the girl blush in embarrassment at her words, so he reached out, placed his hand gently on her cheek, and said softly, “Thank you for your kind words, Syveris. Maybe I choose the right direction to swim otherwise I wouldn't have met you.” Letting his hand fall, Turrin grabbed his katinu and draped it over his shoulders. Grabbing his backpack and his talon sword scabbard, the Endal said with a smile, “I want you to practice your swings with your metal talon sword every day, so I you to do fifty over head swings and fifty horizontal swings each from left to right and right to left with one hand. The exercise will build up your arm strength and endurance. Understand?” The Endal knew the woman will practice because she didn't seem like the kind of person to slack on her daily duties. Turrin wanted to keep her safe, but he wouldn't always be there for her either, so self-defense with her talon sword will definitely keep her alive. He didn't want to leave, but he knew that he needed to get ready for a hunt in the morning. Turrin said with a smile, “I have hunt in morning, so I need to head back and prepare. Be safe Syveris, and I will see you soon. I promise.” Before the Endal turned to leave, he added something quick, “Good job today with your sword. I will challenge you to rematch in future.” After saying what he said the Endal turned and left the Fighting Pits.