Aris Noble
His comment about visiting Malthyl earned a sharp glance from her blue eyes. The wistfulness in his voice almost made her snort again. He spoke of her home like it was some interesting challenge instead of a place that would chew him up and spit out the bones.
"You would not survive," she declared boldly.
She followed him into the training room without hesitation. She felt self conscious about the eyes that turned their way; she was a prisoner.
When they stepped fully into the sparring area she paused, watching him shrug off the outer layer of his robe. Lean muscle, unmarked and unscarred. Her interest in the sight of him slightly reduced for his lack of scarring. They were considered attractive, a sign of experience to a maldrani.
She started removing the wraps from around her wrists.
"I cannot shrug off injury quite like Jhyrack. He will not show me how he does that unless I prove myself."
She realised what she had said a moment later. He might have been under the impression that all of her kind were so invulnerable. She swore under her breath. Her expression tightened.
She dropped into a ready stance, feet planted wide, fists raised. The frustration of her capture still burned hot in her gut. Jhyrack would not accept a daughter who let herself be taken so easily.
"Enough talking," she growled, a fierce grin pulling at her lips despite the scowl that lingered. "Come on then, pretty Jedi. Show me."
After everything she had been through, her frustration was very real but her confidence was skin deep.
