Stephanie Swail
Look what they've done to my dream
Expecting something far more from the Lord than she showed, let alone some evidence of gratitude at least, Asterion stopped and thought he had mis-heard. Training? A child? This wasn’t part of the deal; a Primeval babysitter.
”Excuse me, my Lady, but training? That wasn’t part of the deal was it? I assumed that would be for your grunts to do – to break her down, do what you want. I just brought her here.”
Stepping forward, behind the young girl, Asterion kept his eyes on Anja.
”What about your apprentice? If he’s not strong enough to defeat a child then maybe they can both help each other. I’ve got nothing to offer this whelp.”
Maybe he was speaking out of line, but this was what he did – speak up, not afraid of those who sat in big chairs calling themselves Lord.
He couldn’t train another, could he? Last time he tried that, he’d collected a nice scar on the side of his face.
[member="Théa Windrage"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
”Excuse me, my Lady, but training? That wasn’t part of the deal was it? I assumed that would be for your grunts to do – to break her down, do what you want. I just brought her here.”
Stepping forward, behind the young girl, Asterion kept his eyes on Anja.
”What about your apprentice? If he’s not strong enough to defeat a child then maybe they can both help each other. I’ve got nothing to offer this whelp.”
Maybe he was speaking out of line, but this was what he did – speak up, not afraid of those who sat in big chairs calling themselves Lord.
He couldn’t train another, could he? Last time he tried that, he’d collected a nice scar on the side of his face.
[member="Théa Windrage"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]