Dropping the wooden sword against the front step of the house, she handed him a towel to wipe the sweat from the workout and the sun blaring down on the pair of them. Hours had mulled into days and days into weeks until she was certain she had managed to retain back her prior exterior. Not fully as she tended to be a little more quiet in the private company of the prince. It wasn't because she was upset with him, no... it was all the peculiar little things that started to pop up.
Chores she generally took care of, taken over with a firm word and a stubborn resilience; small cutesy gestures that had her groaning outwardly though that small spark of her feminine side giggling like a daft twit; small things that did not go unnoticed. He was determined to crack her open and she was just as stubborn not to let it happen. She didn't want to care, caring was a scary field for her. She would be open to him meaning he'd not only see what she allowed him to, but those dark places she hated, those lost scared broken places.
Though as the time continued, it was Jak that had decided that she had to start getting not only herself back into a military routine but word had gone through the town like wild fire of the Prince's escapade with the centaurs. Oh the councils were filled with fire that day, yet they did not rely any of the information to the Regent or to his grandfather. Actually she had been surprised when Jak arrived fully dressed in his deep red armor and threw a wooden sword on the ground before the prince's feet. She sat on the steps nibbling on a snack deciding on what she was to do when he arrived. Not alone either.
Zen was bristling mad, smoke nearly pouring out of his nostrils as he was glaring murderously to that of the prince. Before she could even ask, Jak grinned that all too familiar grin of mischief. A finger pointed to her, pinning her down with a mere word that if her husband was going to be wild and seeking blood; then he was to be trained properly. By elven terms and there were not going to even argue about it! At first she thought him kidding, but Jak stood there while she dared to ask if he was, with no reply. She knew he was serious.
She had suddenly gone from suspended to, personal tutor to the prince. Being assigned to train and school his elemental side in hopes to balance him out enough that he could use it without having to go tearing up bodies on a feral whim, she was in shock. Oh this would be great. It only continued to get better.
With the training sword at Nik's feet, Jak chuckled as Zen glowered to him further. Not only was she suppose to train his magical side, Zen was given the rightly duty of teaching the prince how to control a sword. If her brother wasn't giving the two of them an invitation to beat the snot out of each other, she didn't know what would be.
Offering up a cup of water to the looming elven man, he sighed happily drinking it a swift gulp before rubbing his face into the towel muttering something she couldn't understand.
"What?"
"He is about as talented as a limp noodle," Zen repeated as she was forced to rub her hand over her face.
"It's only his first real day." Zen rolled his eyes; "Cut him some slack. He is more prone to using his brains over his brawn."
"Limp. Noodle." he repeated. "I feel I should be giving him a piece of cloth over the training sword, then maybe his feet will coexist with his arms." Lyra covered her lips with a hand trying not to smirk. "Either that or he should take up dancing cause dear goddesses-" he didn't finish his sentence. "Your brother expects me to train him."
She nodded, "Which you will, come on I have faith in you. You've always been a good teacher." watching his jaw rock, a struggling sigh came out of his mouth.
"I suspect it has been easier for you?" she shrugged, nodded somewhat before making a eh noise. "No?"
"It has but I know so little about elementals that well, it's hard to tell him what he should do." She leaned inwards to him, "I've actually had to go to the library and start researching elementals to figure out what sort of things are a good things and what are ways to make that uncontrolled power just shot out at me because I did something wrong." she pouted softly, "It's quite difficult, I don't want to frustrate him but honestly, I am hardly the teacher for this." Zen grinned gently softening his expression flipping the towel to rest over the broad bare shoulder.
As much as she didn't want to say anything, she had been watching the men jumping around at times, secretly as much as she could. It was pathetic honestly but she was interested. In more ways than one and she was not going to say anything about that. "You are smart Lyra, that sidhe will be trained in no time under your tutorage." a palm cupped around her backside pulling her forward giving her a little embrace, Zen sighed looking out towards the field in which he left the prince to catch his breath. "Mine is a different matter. What do Sidhe do at a young age? Practice their flower arranging, he should have been wielding a weapon at least with the smarts of a teenager."
Twisting around to grab the other towel with the second cup of water, she motioned forward with her chin. At least she could do was bring the man some water much like she done for Zen, though he came to get it from her. Hoping down the front step to sidle with her, he stooped briefly picking up his wooden sword, draping his grasp around her shoulder as she hummed under the heat of the sun. When she was certain she was close enough, she dropped the towel on the sitting princes head coming around to offer the cup to him. "Looks like your taking a beating." she crouched down on her knees as Zen huffed tracing his step around to stand close behind her. "You two should take it easy for a bit, catch your breath."