34rd Spring, 515AV
"So. A Myrian."
Ayatah tried not to frown up at the huge Myrian before her. Was he asking about her heritage, or stating a fact? For good measure, she decided to clarify herself further: "Half-Myrian, actually. Half-Eypharian, as well."
Mizra Aqdas considered this for a tick. He lent back in his chair, touched his fingertips together with both hands and pursed his lips. Was he weighing up whether to allow Aya into his school of training, or not? "Two races that are known for their prowess in battle, though very different styles." Another half-question, half-statement. "But you were born up in Taloba, correct?" He paused to allow Aya to nod or shake her head. She did the former. "So I presume your style of fighting is more akin to the Myrian culture over the Eypharian?"
Ayatah shrugged. She had little knowledge of the Eypharian style of fighting. At the end of the day, wasn't everyone in a battlefield just trying not to die anyway? "Yes. I guess. Though I trained a little in Zeltiva, where I learnt the basics of dual-weild."
"And what weapon do you train with?"
For lack of a better description of her weapon of choice, Ayatah unsheathed one of the double-bladed daggers on her hip. The blade featured a central wooden hilt with two blades at either end, pointing in opposite directions. It was a relatively well-made weapon, and had been in Ayatah's possession since she had first arrived in Zeltiva some two years ago. And yet it still felt foreign to the Myrian, for she had given away her own double-bladed dagger long ago. The weapon's location played on her mind more frequently nowadays than the location of the man who now possessed it. Was that a bad thing?
She watched the Akalak briefly inspect the twin blades before returning it to Ayatah. "The double-bladed dagger. I used to call it the greedy man's weapon." A grin etched upon his dark face.
Again Ayatah shrugged, but she also found the fluttering of a smile on her lips, "twice the number of blades, twice the damage." A cocky statement, even for a Myrian.
"Is that so?" Mizra's smirk remained on his face as he asked his next question, "is that why you train with it?"
"My clan gives newborn girls a birth weapon, for her to hopefully master. My mother chose this for my dual heritage."
This seemed to please the Akalak. He gestured to the two Lakans that were strapped to his broad chest. "I can understand that logic." They shared another brief smile before Mizra returned back to business. "And what are you hoping to learn today."
Ayatah gave a cuttingly honest answer: "I feel like I'm losing my Myrian ways. I think training would be a good way to reawaken them."
He seemed mildly surprised by her reply. But Mizra regained his cool composure quickly. "I'm glad to hear it. So as a member of Myrian society, I presume you are far beyond a beginner is this weapon?"
Aya paused before giving a cautious nod. Her confidence and faith in her own battle prowess had waned as of late. She no longer felt like the cutthroat killer she had once been. And in truth, Aya didn't mind this. But in scenarios such as this, she felt almost misplaced. Just how skilled was she now? Were battle skills things that one never forgot, like reading or writing? She hoped so. "I would expect so, I hope."
Mizra gave another nod before standing and gesturing for Ayatah to follow him. "Jolly good. Your trainer today will be Sohryn, he's very good." The Akalak came to a stop outside a door, which he pointed to. Sounds of wood-on-wood clatterings and shouts erupted from beyond the door. "I hope you manage to re-familiarise yourself with your Myrian ways, Ayatah."
She thanked him and stepped inside.
"So. A Myrian."
Ayatah tried not to frown up at the huge Myrian before her. Was he asking about her heritage, or stating a fact? For good measure, she decided to clarify herself further: "Half-Myrian, actually. Half-Eypharian, as well."
Mizra Aqdas considered this for a tick. He lent back in his chair, touched his fingertips together with both hands and pursed his lips. Was he weighing up whether to allow Aya into his school of training, or not? "Two races that are known for their prowess in battle, though very different styles." Another half-question, half-statement. "But you were born up in Taloba, correct?" He paused to allow Aya to nod or shake her head. She did the former. "So I presume your style of fighting is more akin to the Myrian culture over the Eypharian?"
Ayatah shrugged. She had little knowledge of the Eypharian style of fighting. At the end of the day, wasn't everyone in a battlefield just trying not to die anyway? "Yes. I guess. Though I trained a little in Zeltiva, where I learnt the basics of dual-weild."
"And what weapon do you train with?"
For lack of a better description of her weapon of choice, Ayatah unsheathed one of the double-bladed daggers on her hip. The blade featured a central wooden hilt with two blades at either end, pointing in opposite directions. It was a relatively well-made weapon, and had been in Ayatah's possession since she had first arrived in Zeltiva some two years ago. And yet it still felt foreign to the Myrian, for she had given away her own double-bladed dagger long ago. The weapon's location played on her mind more frequently nowadays than the location of the man who now possessed it. Was that a bad thing?
She watched the Akalak briefly inspect the twin blades before returning it to Ayatah. "The double-bladed dagger. I used to call it the greedy man's weapon." A grin etched upon his dark face.
Again Ayatah shrugged, but she also found the fluttering of a smile on her lips, "twice the number of blades, twice the damage." A cocky statement, even for a Myrian.
"Is that so?" Mizra's smirk remained on his face as he asked his next question, "is that why you train with it?"
"My clan gives newborn girls a birth weapon, for her to hopefully master. My mother chose this for my dual heritage."
This seemed to please the Akalak. He gestured to the two Lakans that were strapped to his broad chest. "I can understand that logic." They shared another brief smile before Mizra returned back to business. "And what are you hoping to learn today."
Ayatah gave a cuttingly honest answer: "I feel like I'm losing my Myrian ways. I think training would be a good way to reawaken them."
He seemed mildly surprised by her reply. But Mizra regained his cool composure quickly. "I'm glad to hear it. So as a member of Myrian society, I presume you are far beyond a beginner is this weapon?"
Aya paused before giving a cautious nod. Her confidence and faith in her own battle prowess had waned as of late. She no longer felt like the cutthroat killer she had once been. And in truth, Aya didn't mind this. But in scenarios such as this, she felt almost misplaced. Just how skilled was she now? Were battle skills things that one never forgot, like reading or writing? She hoped so. "I would expect so, I hope."
Mizra gave another nod before standing and gesturing for Ayatah to follow him. "Jolly good. Your trainer today will be Sohryn, he's very good." The Akalak came to a stop outside a door, which he pointed to. Sounds of wood-on-wood clatterings and shouts erupted from beyond the door. "I hope you manage to re-familiarise yourself with your Myrian ways, Ayatah."
She thanked him and stepped inside.