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Ko T'suno
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It was the dim light of the earley morning that had managed to slip through the thin light green curtains that adorned her windows that caused her to wake from her sedimentary slumber, but it was the rhythmic knocking on her door that gave her reason to get up. Three quick knocks ment Tristan was up, it being followed by two slower knocks each accompanied by a single soft tap ment He had been up for at least two hours.
A soft curse rolled off her tongue aa she rolled out of bed. Her joints popping as she stretched out, a good surprise considering last night's events.
She had barely enough time to get dressed in her armour and strap her arsenal of knives on to her thighs and hips. When a loud single knock came from her door. It was time to go.
"Ready." She heard through the door.
"Almost..." She replied as she hurriedly threw on her cloak and walked to the door.
"Ready now." Was what she was greeted with when she opened her door. "Yes." Was all she said as she stepped out her room. Arrlen moving out of the way before walking into the room she had just left.
"Sleep well Arrlen" She said softly as the door shut behind her. "No escape from the day now." She sighed as she seemingly floated to Tristan's door down the hall.
The sounds of mock combat bouncing off the walls as she opened the door.
The sight of a barely clothed Tristan darting across the room his arm outstretched as he attempted to punch the cloaked figure across from him. Who Maehel could only guess was Sypher from the agile inward roll he performed coupled with the quick take down of Tristan. Who coughed as he was slammed into the carpet, a wide grin on his youthful face.
"Maehel!! Your awake glad to see you up and about." Tristan sounded out as he struggled to get out of Sypher's grasp. Who held Tristan's wriggling half dressed frame down by his neck with one hand.
"Maehel grab his clothing and help me get him dressed..."
Sypher commanded. His tone sounding more amused then the solid protests from Tristan.
Who claimed the clothing was to heavy for the impending heat he swore was to come.
"Come now can't be that heavy..or that warm today."
She exchanged as she walked past Sypher who still held Tristan to the floor. Her stride taking her to a shirt that had been thrown at least a dozen times.
"It is a tad heavy..." She said with a blink as she pondered at it's unnatural weight. Its thick fabric had wook as a lining and it was then that it dawned on her.
"This is a winter shirt.." She muttered under her breath befor turning around to see that Tristan had somehow escaped from Sypher's grasp and was now running away from him.
"Tristan! Find something to wear, we can hardly afford the Echil to see you in such a state. Can we, we are late?" Maehel commanded her scolding tone was quite motherly. So much so that when she turned back around from returning the shirt to the back of a chair.
There was Tristan huffin and puffin in as he was once again caught by Sypher who had him by the wrist. "Put on your training gear then."
"Fine, I will just let go before you bruise my wrist." Tristan's voice rang with defeat.
"Finally. " Was all Sypher said as he let go of Tristan. Who's face was twisted into a pout as he sluggishly moved to the closet and grabbed out his light training attire.
"How long did that fight go on for" Maehel asked Sypher as they turned their backs to the now striping Tristan.
"Almost an hour and a half."
Sypher replied as he looked back to make sure Tristan was indeed putting on clothingy.
Satisfied he turned back to Maehel.
"How did you sleep?"
"Acceptable, you?"
"Didn't."
"Done, can we please leave now?" Tristan interrupted as he grabbed his cloak and swords and walked out. Maehel and Sypher in tow.
"Going barefoot are we Tristan?" Maehel asked with a light chuckle as she noticed his state of shoes or the lacking of.
"Yup.." Was all Tristan said as he latched his swords to his hips and his cloak to his shoulders.
"Hmm..." He sounded again before bolting down the stairs.
Leaving Maehel running after him. Looking back as she bounded down the stairs she expected to see Sypher. But was taken aback a little when she saw the hall was empty.
"Where in the hell." She spat as she ran after Tristan who had gained a fair amount of distance. She knew where he was going, and as she turned the corner she slide to a stop and within seconds was laughing on the floor.
She had caught up to Tristan who was hanging from the back of his shirt, limbs all dead like a kitten. By none other then Sypher who without saying a word droped Tristan and walked towards the training field.
The entire way they said nothing except for Maehel who let out a chuckle every so often. Tell finally by the time they reached the training field. All three of them were laughing.
Sounds of training rang in their ears. It wasn't tell they were right on the field that Tristan threw up his arms.
"Robert, there you are, where is Arren and everyone?" He asked tilting his head to the side.
"You look worn out, been practicing without us have you?" He whined in a mocked pout.
"Morning Robert." Maehel added as she pulled one of Tristan's arms down to his side. The other arm fell as she did.
"Greetings Echil." Was all Sypher had to say as he walked off to sit under a patch of shade. His tone was neutral to the ear, but his walking away might of came off a tad rude.
A soft curse rolled off her tongue aa she rolled out of bed. Her joints popping as she stretched out, a good surprise considering last night's events.
She had barely enough time to get dressed in her armour and strap her arsenal of knives on to her thighs and hips. When a loud single knock came from her door. It was time to go.
"Ready." She heard through the door.
"Almost..." She replied as she hurriedly threw on her cloak and walked to the door.
"Ready now." Was what she was greeted with when she opened her door. "Yes." Was all she said as she stepped out her room. Arrlen moving out of the way before walking into the room she had just left.
"Sleep well Arrlen" She said softly as the door shut behind her. "No escape from the day now." She sighed as she seemingly floated to Tristan's door down the hall.
The sounds of mock combat bouncing off the walls as she opened the door.
The sight of a barely clothed Tristan darting across the room his arm outstretched as he attempted to punch the cloaked figure across from him. Who Maehel could only guess was Sypher from the agile inward roll he performed coupled with the quick take down of Tristan. Who coughed as he was slammed into the carpet, a wide grin on his youthful face.
"Maehel!! Your awake glad to see you up and about." Tristan sounded out as he struggled to get out of Sypher's grasp. Who held Tristan's wriggling half dressed frame down by his neck with one hand.
"Maehel grab his clothing and help me get him dressed..."
Sypher commanded. His tone sounding more amused then the solid protests from Tristan.
Who claimed the clothing was to heavy for the impending heat he swore was to come.
"Come now can't be that heavy..or that warm today."
She exchanged as she walked past Sypher who still held Tristan to the floor. Her stride taking her to a shirt that had been thrown at least a dozen times.
"It is a tad heavy..." She said with a blink as she pondered at it's unnatural weight. Its thick fabric had wook as a lining and it was then that it dawned on her.
"This is a winter shirt.." She muttered under her breath befor turning around to see that Tristan had somehow escaped from Sypher's grasp and was now running away from him.
"Tristan! Find something to wear, we can hardly afford the Echil to see you in such a state. Can we, we are late?" Maehel commanded her scolding tone was quite motherly. So much so that when she turned back around from returning the shirt to the back of a chair.
There was Tristan huffin and puffin in as he was once again caught by Sypher who had him by the wrist. "Put on your training gear then."
"Fine, I will just let go before you bruise my wrist." Tristan's voice rang with defeat.
"Finally. " Was all Sypher said as he let go of Tristan. Who's face was twisted into a pout as he sluggishly moved to the closet and grabbed out his light training attire.
"How long did that fight go on for" Maehel asked Sypher as they turned their backs to the now striping Tristan.
"Almost an hour and a half."
Sypher replied as he looked back to make sure Tristan was indeed putting on clothingy.
Satisfied he turned back to Maehel.
"How did you sleep?"
"Acceptable, you?"
"Didn't."
"Done, can we please leave now?" Tristan interrupted as he grabbed his cloak and swords and walked out. Maehel and Sypher in tow.
"Going barefoot are we Tristan?" Maehel asked with a light chuckle as she noticed his state of shoes or the lacking of.
"Yup.." Was all Tristan said as he latched his swords to his hips and his cloak to his shoulders.
"Hmm..." He sounded again before bolting down the stairs.
Leaving Maehel running after him. Looking back as she bounded down the stairs she expected to see Sypher. But was taken aback a little when she saw the hall was empty.
"Where in the hell." She spat as she ran after Tristan who had gained a fair amount of distance. She knew where he was going, and as she turned the corner she slide to a stop and within seconds was laughing on the floor.
She had caught up to Tristan who was hanging from the back of his shirt, limbs all dead like a kitten. By none other then Sypher who without saying a word droped Tristan and walked towards the training field.
The entire way they said nothing except for Maehel who let out a chuckle every so often. Tell finally by the time they reached the training field. All three of them were laughing.
Sounds of training rang in their ears. It wasn't tell they were right on the field that Tristan threw up his arms.
"Robert, there you are, where is Arren and everyone?" He asked tilting his head to the side.
"You look worn out, been practicing without us have you?" He whined in a mocked pout.
"Morning Robert." Maehel added as she pulled one of Tristan's arms down to his side. The other arm fell as she did.
"Greetings Echil." Was all Sypher had to say as he walked off to sit under a patch of shade. His tone was neutral to the ear, but his walking away might of came off a tad rude.