St. Azazel's Academy Training Grounds [T|O]
Oct 19, 2014 23:40:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2014 23:40:47 GMT -7
Lucrezia was mildly surprised at the Arbiter's suggestion that she claim victory. Was he truly that unconcerned about the whole affair? Still, she knew that even if she was to twist what had occurred in the suggested fashions that it would do little to appease Bartolo and Lissandra Accosi. "You haven't met my parents," Said the girl with a rueful chuckle.
"I don't know, it's been a long time since I've had someone to be proud of me in any meaningful sense. Typically I'm the one who ends up proud of others, and honestly I'm proud of you, though I have little right to it. You kept your cool with me barreling down on you, you're the first person under twenty to do so, most panic. As for us fighting together? I dare say that our complementing skill sets will be rather more effective in tandem than tension."
Lucrezia had not expected the compliment. From behind the fence, her eyes averted. She had no adequate response to the words. On one hand, it was a rare thing for Lucrezia to be felt proud of as well, but it was difficult to take stock in the feelings of this relative stranger. "Thank you," She tried. "But... it was not as though you were wielding a real weapon. It might have been different if you were." She shrugged.
With nothing left to say, she lithely cleared the fence again and busily went to picking up the bolts she had expended during the short little spar and replacing them in the quiver, passing Victor without looking at him. Finding the things in the grass was a bother, but the girl would have felt improper simply leaving them behind. When done she returned to the shed in which she had originally found the things, and made her way over to where her true quiver lay, attaching it again to her belt. If Victor had bothered to stay around, she would finally acknowledge him again. The girl was somewhat eager to depart, however; without the business of their fight at hand, she any further interaction may simply be awkward, and she had no desire for it.
"It was good to have met you. I expect we will see each other again soon," Was her departing speech. She nodded at him before stepping away and heading up the gentle incline towards the Academy proper, where she expected she would thereafter turn west and head up a little ways further into the cliffs, where her family's mansion lay.
'I suppose I could have been paired with a lot worse,' She reckoned as she left, not looking back.
[ Exit ]
"I don't know, it's been a long time since I've had someone to be proud of me in any meaningful sense. Typically I'm the one who ends up proud of others, and honestly I'm proud of you, though I have little right to it. You kept your cool with me barreling down on you, you're the first person under twenty to do so, most panic. As for us fighting together? I dare say that our complementing skill sets will be rather more effective in tandem than tension."
Lucrezia had not expected the compliment. From behind the fence, her eyes averted. She had no adequate response to the words. On one hand, it was a rare thing for Lucrezia to be felt proud of as well, but it was difficult to take stock in the feelings of this relative stranger. "Thank you," She tried. "But... it was not as though you were wielding a real weapon. It might have been different if you were." She shrugged.
With nothing left to say, she lithely cleared the fence again and busily went to picking up the bolts she had expended during the short little spar and replacing them in the quiver, passing Victor without looking at him. Finding the things in the grass was a bother, but the girl would have felt improper simply leaving them behind. When done she returned to the shed in which she had originally found the things, and made her way over to where her true quiver lay, attaching it again to her belt. If Victor had bothered to stay around, she would finally acknowledge him again. The girl was somewhat eager to depart, however; without the business of their fight at hand, she any further interaction may simply be awkward, and she had no desire for it.
"It was good to have met you. I expect we will see each other again soon," Was her departing speech. She nodded at him before stepping away and heading up the gentle incline towards the Academy proper, where she expected she would thereafter turn west and head up a little ways further into the cliffs, where her family's mansion lay.
'I suppose I could have been paired with a lot worse,' She reckoned as she left, not looking back.
[ Exit ]