Learning to Kill

Evania crossed her arms and waited for Valerie to return, looking away from Kavil. She wasn't going to keep trying to speak with him anymore. In fact, once she ate and he led her back to her room, Evania wasn't planning on being alone with Kavil again. He had tried to help her with throwing knives, yes, and she was grateful for it. But the silence was enough to make her feel like she was going mad. Before Valerie came back, he spoke.

The twenty year old snapped her head to look at him. It was as if he was only speaking to her to prove her wrong. Her grey eyes narrowed at him while he answered her questions. His voice made the joking questions seem all too serious, and the glare washed away to be replaced with worry. What did he mean that the others would say it was him who was the problem? The way Evania saw it, Kavil had done something terrible. What if he was capable of killing her quicker than she could react? She could have just signed her own death sentence by comparing him to less than a wall. Then again on the other hand, what if he had indeed done something terrible and the others feared him. What if they wanted him to fear them?

Evania was about to ask if he was who she should worry about, but Valerie returned and handed her a plate filled with food. And sitting right on top was a pear. All else was forgotten as she plucked the pear up and sank her teeth in for a bit. The juices squirted into her mouth as she chewed and Evania sighed contently after she swallowed. Valerie hadn't only broken the awkward tension that had begun to build by returning with a plate, but also with answers. The raven haired girl's eyes popped with surprise at the answer. So she hadn't signed her death sentence, but she was handed the tiniest sliver of insight into who Kavil was. His fear of being poisoned gave no answers to whether or not he had indeed done something or if it was the same as he irrational fear of being drugged herself. Not to be killed, but to be taken advantage of, be it sexually or to be sold into slavery of the caravan shops that travelled the country throughout the year.

Valerie brought her back into the conversation directly and Evania looked away from her pear to see the glare from the seething Kavil. It was formidable, but Evania couldn't help but think it precious how easily Valerie had pushed his buttons. Perhaps she had judged the red head too quickly. In fact, Evania was making a note to get the woman to help her be able to annoy Kavil. Though perhaps just her following him about and talking nonstop would do the trick…

"She's absolutely right," pouted the twenty year old. She would play this up if she could. "It's not like I know any of these people enough to be able to trust them. I have to work on faith that they won't kill me." Evania sniffed her nose slightly. "You could be nicer."
 
Kavil didn't like the game Evania seemed to want to play now, and he had Valerie to blame for this. He wasn't going to stick around and let Evania make him out to be the villain. She knew nothing about him. Valerie knew more than most, but the woman was too busy enjoying Evania's increase in pluck to give her any sort of correction. Not that Kavil wanted to be talked about. He knew the others talked about him enough, and they didn't have anything nice to say. He'd overheard more than a few conversations, and he had good reason to avoid them when possible. Evania didn't know his life at all.

Without a word to her, he turned and walked to the side wall of the kitchen. He took on that ghostly appearance--which extended to the plate he was carrying and his food--and simply walked through the wall. So far as he was concerned, Evania had lost the privilege of eating with him. If indeed it was a privilege. He didn't really consider it to be one--he wasn't so egotistical--but he didn't normally eat around anyone else. It would have been special for him to eat with Evania. That wasn't going to happen tonight, though. Not after that.

Valerie felt a little bad after Kavil just left like that. She probably should have expected that kind of reaction, though. Kavil was more sensitive than he let on, and her smile faltered from her own guilt in his departure.

"Well, that could have gone better," she said, looking over at the wall that Kavil had walked through. There was no hope of him returning, but part of her was sad to see him go so soon. "I'm sorry about him. He doesn't have it easy here, and no one really makes any effort to understand him. It's too easy to assume the worst in people, and Kavil's ended up on the receiving end of that too much. I think only Joshua, Giselle, and I actually care about him anymore. In a good way, at least. There are plenty of people here who would care enough to put a knife in his back if given the chance."

She sighed, then forced a smile again before saying, "Enough about that, though. You're new, and you don't need to be troubled with this stuff. It will be a long time before you can even call a challenge for his rank anyway, if you're ambitious like that."
 
Apparently her little game was the wrong decision. Kavil looked at the two women without much of an expression on his face before he turned and wordless walked off through the nearest wall. The pout immediately was replaced with a look of concern. Had he really taken offense to that? Evania didn't quite understand what his problem was. It had just been a small joke. Deep in the pit of her stomach she felt guilty about it. Kavil, in all reality, had been more than nice to her. Especially since he had taken her to the combat room before and tried to help her with her technique. It was more than the others had done at dinner, which was introduce themselves and carry on with their usual conversations.

Valerie felt the same, this much was clear from the smile that Evania saw falter. As the red head explained about Kavil, Evania's guilt deepened. But she couldn't help but blame the others to assume the worst. It wasn't as if he were trying to change their opinions much. Still she related even just a little bit. She knew what having no one care about you felt like. Most of her life it had only been Elyan and after that... Well the last three years she'd been on her own. If she went missing no one would really notice. In fact, she was sure her disappearance three nights ago would have gone overlooked. It wasn't as if she had friends. Everyone was always just an acquaintance. Evania, while a social person at heart, wasn't one to go on talking about her problems and life story with everyone she met. Perhaps Kavil was the same. Though to shut himself off completely from others, something terrible must have happened to him as a child.

Evania looked away from the wall and directly at Valerie, snorting at her comment. "Believe me, I won't be challenging anyone. I don't even really want to be here, let alone rise in ranks. It was this or death, and I'm just not ready to move on to the next life." Evania took another bite of the pear and sighed again after swallowing. "Do you happen to know which way to the living areas? Kavil was sort of... supposed to be showing me the way back. I got lost trying to find it on my own earlier." After getting the general direction from Valerie, Evania thanked the woman and promised to come back to visit again.

Evania walked and ate her pear as she went. Upon reaching the right floor, she ran into Felicia who happily showed her the right door. She was thankful for that. She would have died of embarrassment had she tried and door only to find it was someone else's room. The woman had seemed like she wanted to chat, but Evania bid her good night and hid in her room with the plate of food. She would return it to the kitchens the next morning. If she knew the layout better, the twenty year old would return it immediately, but she preferred to not get lost again. That had happened too many times in that one day.

In her room she ate quickly. Her appetite had lessened somewhat due to the guilt she felt, but it was still there. Besides, Evania knew she had to eat. Many times when she wasn't feeling hungry she would eat anyways, knowing that she had to. This usually happened when she was ill and feeling under the weather. When her plate was clean, she then spent time playing with the knife and trying to get the grip Kavil had shown her right. She came close a few times and would have liked to ask for his feedback, but Evania had no idea where she would even find him at this hour. Eventually she fell asleep wearing the clothes she'd worn down to the presentation. She would worry about Kavil, and her own possessions, the next day if she had free time. After all, her training was about to begin.

Evania slept soundly until around four in the morning. The bad dreams set in then, something she had been plagued with since she was a child. They were all typically the same and revolved around her bringing destruction with the fire within her. The dreams were typically harmless, so long as she woke up before they got too intense. This was usually the case, especially since Elyan had left. Evania had to learn how to wake herself by a certain stage of the dream once he was gone. Otherwise, he would have woken first before she became engulfed in flames. This was not the case. Being in a strange place and having so much happen to her over the course of one day. As she rolled about in her sleep, the girl sparked a few flames. They were small ones that licked out quickly before disappearing. This would be the time for her to wake if she were going to. This went on for a couple of minutes before finally, her entire body became engulfed in flames.

Evania quickly woke then, the smell of smoke quickly sneaking into her nostrils. As soon as her eyes caught sight of orange and red surrounding her, she shot up from the bed and got herself under control. She threw herself to the floor and rolled about, putting out the flames that were coming off of the clothing she'd been wearing. It was now singed, and likely ruined beyond repair. But the bed's blanket's were still aflame. She would think about the state of her clothing later. Evania grabbed the pitcher or water that had been left on the night stand and doused the flames. "Son of a bitch," she groaned full of frustration. It was likely the others would be able to smell some hint of smoke, at least for those who were directly next to her room. Evania opened her window some, fanning the smoke out. The twenty year old normally liked the smell of smoke, but right now it was something she didn't want to deal with. Evania took the cloak off as well as the rest of the singed clothing and tossed it aside before dressing again. Happy enough for her, her boots were fine.

She left her room and wandered off down the hall until she came to the open common area. It was deserted. The sun was beginning to put up from behind the hills. Evania lifted herself up to the windows ledge and took a perch there, sitting with her back to the wall and one leg dangling over the window's edge. She sighed and watched, knowing she would be unable to get back to sleep any time soon. And even if she could, she was betting that as soon as she drifted off it would be time for the training to begin.
 
Outside on the grounds of the fortress, someone was riding a horse. That person, if Evania squinted, would be identifiable as Kavil. He still had his hair down, and it was flowing behind him as he rode. The horse he sat astride was a beautiful black mare, which seemed to be having a very good time being ridden. The horse whinnied her excitement, giving a playful buck which Kavil rode out easily. He kept her cantering toward a jumping routine, sitting on her back lightly as she easily handled the fences.

He kept riding for another handful of minutes, practicing with the jumps to give the high-strung mare more exercise. She was still full of energy when Kavil called it quits for the morning. He patted her nose and gave her some bits of apple before leading her back to the stables for a bath. He'd be occupied with that for a little while, and it wouldn't be too difficult for Evania to figure out how to get to the stables. They were hard to miss after one went through the front doors.
 
Soon enough movement below caught her eye. Someone was out riding a black horse in the fields around the fortress. Evania studied the person, trying to see if she could recognize who they were from yesterday. While she'd been told several names, she remembered only a few faces to them. Specifically Felicia, Joshua, Valerie, and of course, Kavil. Upon further inspection, Evania finally realized that it was Kavil. The twenty year old perked up at this a bit before deciding to head down to the stables. It would be nice to get outside and have some real fresh air. Besides. Evania wanted to talk to Kavil about their exchange in the kitchens yesterday.

The twenty year old hopped down from her perch and followed the stairs downward. It took much less time to find her way out into the cool morning air than she'd anticipated. Evania had memorized the way down to the dining hall after yesterday and from there it was fairly simple to find her way out. She was thankful for that.

Kavil seemed to be preparing the horse for a bath when she approached the stables. The black beauty still had energy in her as she stamped her feet about on the ground. Evania didn't want to startle him, if that was at all possible, so she kept her distance. "Morning, Kavil," she started.
 
Kavil hadn't been startled. He was seldom startled, always trying to keep himself aware of what was going on around him. He'd heard Evania's footsteps, though he hadn't known it was her until she spoke. Her presence here was a little surprising, though. She should still be in bed at this hour. Even if she was an early-riser like him, he hadn't anticipated her coming out to the stables. She must've seen him riding.

He gave her a glance that pretty much stood in for a greeting of his own before looking back at his horse. She was getting a little impatient, snorting and striking the ground with her hoof. He finished getting the saddle off her so she'd calm down, and he filled a bucket with water so he could sponge her off. She was all sweaty from the saddle, and he hated leaving her in such a state. He doubted she enjoyed it, either. Oddly enough, she was a horse that liked staying clean. A very quirky beast, she was.

"Keep back from her," he cautioned Evania, figuring that he might as well warn her. "She doesn't like strangers." That was putting it mildly. Kavil was the only person she let near her. Everyone else got bitten, stepped on, crushed, or kicked. The stablemaster had spoken of putting the horse down before, but Kavil wouldn't hear of it. He liked this horse too much. And more importantly, she adored him.
 
Kavil acknowledged her presence with a glance. Perhaps he was still sour and cross over yesterday's exchange. Evania was plagued with her guilt again in that moment, knowing she would have to apologize. Or at least try to. She took a few more steps closer to him before he spoke, telling her to keep back from the horse. Evania didn't need telling twice. She'd learned the hard way that some animals just don't like all people. More than once as a child she had ignored warnings of people and wound up injured. The worst had been from a horse, as a matter of fact, and she'd broken an arm because of it. Evania had been nine.

She kept her distance but didn't leave. Instead she watched as the saddle was set aside and Kavil began to scrub the horse down. She was quite calm with him, but Evania knew it meant nothing. The man and beast must have had a long relationship by now for them to be so comfortable together. Especially if the horse didn't like strangers and other people. Evania was certain that the smell of smoke and fire that still lingered on her wouldn't help the horse remain calm either if she got any closer. Apart from the smell, Evania also had black soot smudged across her hands from handling the charred fabrics not long ago. It was also apparent that she'd since touched her face, as she had a single grey smear near her left eye from brushing her hair out of the way. Her black tangles were also still a mess. She would tame it later, before the training actually began, into a braid of one fashion or another.

"Listen, Kavil about yesterday. I hadn't meant... You know. I mean, I was just. I was just kidding about. You'd been more than nice to me yesterday, gathering from what Valerie said about you keeping to yourself." It was a lame excuse of an apology, and she hadn't out right said she was sorry but it was close enough for her.
 
Kavil didn't bother to give a reply to that. He saw no point. It was water under the bridge, so far as he was concerned. He had far more important things to think about and dwell on than the words of a recruit. Evania didn't know him, and Kavil was unwilling to let her. He was equally unwilling to get to know her. It wasn't because he didn't think he'd like her, but because he was afraid to like her. Or anyone. He wasn't in a position where he could have friends. His horse was the only living creature he felt truly attached to. His was a lonely existence indeed.

He put time and care into washing the horse before putting the bucket and sponge away. Only then did he pay Evania anymore attention, and that was to motion for her to follow him. The horse was in her stall for the morning, which was normal. Kavil would move her to the pasture later. She had hay and water, which would make her happy enough until then.

With Evania following him, he noticed the sooty smell coming from her. That was odd, though he supposed she'd been using her abilities earlier. Nothing to penalize her for, unless she'd attacked someone. Unlikely. He decided not to mention it, instead leading the way back to Evania's room. Or so it would seem. Kavil was going to head to his own living space, but Evania's room was on the way there. If the girl kept following him past her room, she'd find that she was being led to the tower at the far end of the living wing. Kavil intended to bathe before officially starting his daily routine. He obviously wouldn't want Evania to be present for that. But then again, maybe he wouldn't care. He hadn't seemed to care about much else.
 
Kavil didn't even react to her words. Evania didn't know what she was really expecting, but it wasn't that. Was he still mad about it and that was why he hadn't even bothered to glance at her as she tried to fix things. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she liked Kavil. Somewhat. The silence was infuriating, as was his emotionless tones and looks, not to mention him not even glancing at her when she tried to talk to him. Evania wasn't fond of him just leaving her yesterday in the dining hall either when she wouldn't be finding her way back on her own easily. Still she had begun to gain some respect for Kavil, and she knew she could learn from him. That was proven yesterday when he'd tried to help her without her asking even.

She sighed then as he continued with his chore. Evania wasn't going to give in yet and turn around to go back indoors. The cool air felt good on her naturally warm skin, and the fresh smelling air was a nice replacement for the stuffy indoor air and smoke she'd been breathing. Instead of simply standing and watching, she looked round the stable while he worked. Inside was a typical stable, though it was much larger than any she'd ever visited before. She'd pet a few of the majestic animals before Kavil caught her attention, signalling for her to come along.

Evania trotted after him, catching up to walk in step by his side quickly. The two headed back inside, a disappointment for Evania. She supposed it was time to begin training soon, or at least for breakfast. After a couple hundred feet of silence she gave in to the pain of it and began chatting away. Her nerves added to how quickly she spoke. Evania went on about breakfast and training, among other things such as if he slept well, if the horse had a name, how he'd obtained her. It was mostly just small talk to fill the void. Once they reached the living quarters, Evania wasn't paying much attention. Otherwise, she would have been able to find her room easily. Instead though she passed right by it still following after Kavil.

When they reached the end of the wing, there was a stair case for the tower. Was this Kavil's rooms? Evania was interested in finding out, always thinking that living in a tower would be neat when she was young. The structures still held some fascination for her even now at twenty years of age. Still she felt she would be intruding on Kavil's personal space. Would he even complain though? She wasn't about to find out after the awkward exchange yesterday. "Right, then," she said shifting her weight from foot to foot. "See you at breakfast then? Or, no wait. You wouldn't be down there then. At training yes? Think you'll have a chance to show me the grip again? I got close last night but, well, no one was around to ask."
 
Kavil stopped at the bottom of the stairs to his tower, getting bombarded by questions from Evania. She'd been doing that for most of their walk, and he hadn't bothered to answer any of them. But since they were going to part ways for a time, he figured he might as well talk to her. If only to answer a few of her last questions.

"I might be there," he said. He wasn't sure if he'd drop by the training room or not. It wasn't typical of him to do so. The other assassins never saw Kavil train, and that was fully intentional. He didn't need anyone analyzing his skill and looking for weaknesses. As for the knife grip... "Follow me."

He led her up to the first landing of his tower. It was a sitting room of sorts, with comfortable chairs and a table. There was even a bookshelf, which had some old books on it. Mostly ones relating to fighting, though there was one about horsemanship. The stairs continued upward, but Kavil didn't take those with Evania.

Taking out a knife, he demonstrated the proper hold for her. He'd done it here instead of downstairs to avoid anyone seeing him do this. Sure there was a chance that someone might see Evania returning from his tower, but it was still quite early. That chance was minimal.
 
"Oh, alright then," she said quietly. Evania had been hoping for his presence, if not because they were on the fast track to becoming friends (something terrifying and more unlikely than a horse growing wings and flying off somewhere) then because would look to him for advice after the grip he'd shared with her. Evania was going to turn and go back to her room for a little while before heading down to the dining hall when he said to follow him. She gave him a questioning look before doing as he said.

They moved up the stairs, stopping at the first landing. The stairs seemed to go on further up and up the tower but this was their destination. It was a sitting room, much like the one at the other end of the hall but smaller and obviously much more private. The chairs seemed to be comfortable but Evania was more interested in the book shelf. She walked away from Kavil to inspect it, noting the age of many of the books. She could smell their worn pages. She wasn't surprised to find the books to be fighting oriented. Kavil didn't seem like someone to read a fiction book but she had to keep herself reminded she knew nothing about him. Kavil was a mystery, and it was clear he wanted to keep it that way.

Her investigation of the books was cut short as he pulled a knife out and gripped it. Evania studied it, trying to take a mental picture of it so that she'd be able to recall it better. She noted the way his fingers wrapped the hilt and how delicate it all seemed. She hadn't been doing it right, not even when she thought she had. Her index finger was never in the right position if she recalled right. "Hm..." Evania took the knife from him and mimicked it. Even if it looked delicate she kept a tight grip on the hilt as she tried to memorize just the feeling of the knife in her hand, then how it actually looked.

"Is this where you hide then?" she asked casually while she reset the knife into her left hand instead. This felt even more difficult than her in her dominant hand. She hadn't practiced at all with the left. "From the others during dinner I mean."
 
Kavil watched Evania's fingers closely as she mimicked his grip on the knife. She seemed to have the general idea on the right, but the grip was way off when she switched hands. He shook his head and moved closer to her, fixing her grip. "The off-hand grip is slightly different," he said quietly. "It is harder to control the knife with your non-dominant hand, so you have to compensate for that." He put her fingers in the proper position, being gentle as he did so. It should feel a little better this way. No one else would show her the grips he'd done so. He'd invented them himself.

At her question, he shook his head. "Not always," he said. It seemed he was a little more talkative when there was no chance of other assassins coming around. They kept away from his tower. Only a few people actually visited him here on occasion, so he really didn't need to worry. That much.
 
Evania groaned as he criticized the way she was holding the knife in her left hand. Not because he was criticizing her, that was wanted. But because she wasn't getting it right. If she didn't watch her frustration with this, she would only throw horrid again in front of all of the other assassin's later. Allowing Kavil to see her decline the other night was one thing. He was one person, and he didn't talk to the others. Evania doubted she had to worry about him spreading word about how frustrated she gets and how it can affect her, causing her further embarrassment. Once he fixed the grip, his calloused hands being gentle with hers, it felt less strange in her hand. Though it was indeed more comfortable.

Evania went through the same process of trying to memorize how to hold the knife, this time in her left hand. She wanted to excel at this grip, though she wasn't sure if it was because she was ambitious, or if she was trying to prove something to Kavil. "Not always? But most of the time huh?" she teased. She figured he hid with the horses from time to time as well now that she had seen him this morning. "I'm just teasing," she said quickly, not wanting to give him the wrong impression again. "Valerie said something yesterday about you having a high rank here." Evania twirled the knife, caught it, and tried again to get the grip right with the left hand.
 
"Not most of the time," Kavil corrected, but he didn't go into more detail than that. About that subject, at least. He gave a small nod at the rank question. He did indeed have a high rank. The highest, in fact, that an assassin here could have without being the Guild Master.

He considered his words carefully before saying, "I assume you've read the scroll I showed you. If you read it all, then you'd know the title Angel of Death. I hold that rank." Which meant that the other assassins could challenge him for his title. No wonder he was so careful. And so skilled. He had to be, seeing as he was the best. The title also explained why Valerie called him "Angel." It was his title.
 
Evania nodded along. "Read it several times last night after dinner," she interjected as he spoke. She'd gone over it enough that she could think back on it, picture the scroll and it's words, and be able to recall just about anything he'd ask.

"So that's why Valerie called you Angel then..." Evania felt her heart drop. She'd been hoping it'd been a pet name that annoyed him, not his rank in the guild. "That's a little disappointing. I can see why you would be wary of your food then." And she did. But she also felt somewhat privileged in that moment. The highest ranking assassin was teaching her grips on the knifes. Evania had made fun at the highest ranking assassin. Why hadn't anyone informed her just who she'd been walking around with yesterday? Then again the only person who had seen her with Kavil had been Valerie and the man in charge, though Felicia had known that it would have been Kavil who had shown her to her room. This was basically the master's right hand man before her. It also explained why he had the tower to himself.

"Well," she began. "You don't have to worry. I won't poison you or anything. Like I said to Valerie yesterday after you left, I don't even want to do this in the first place, let alone want to rise in ranks once I finish training or whatever." Evania brushed more of the tangled mess of hair from in front of her face with her free hand. Her eyes caught sight of the soot across her hand, causing her to freeze in the moment. Had Kavil noticed the soot? Was there any ash on her face? Her pale skin took on a tinge of rose as she felt herself get hotter in embarrassment. "Well I-I should get going. I don't want to bother you and well, I suppose it's almost time to start right? Or is it too early?" It likely was still too early, as it was still not long after the sun started to peek up over the hills. "Here's your knife back," she said handing it to him, hilt first.

Before she left she had one more question for him, one that was eating away at her especially after the fire this morning. "Ah, Kavil. I know I asked yesterday but are they going to bring me my own things? I may have... damaged... some of what was left in the dresser. I'd much rather ruin my own things." She hadn't gotten an answer yesterday from him, and not really one from Felicia either. Perhaps now that he was a little more talkative she'd get one. If not, Evania would deal. "It's not just clothes, I just... I'd like my own knives as well."
 
Kavil gave a small nod. "Your belongings will be arriving at some point today," he said. "We have people here who handle that for every recruit." He fell silent for a moment, then added, "Keep your lack of a desire to be here to yourself, and don't try to run. One of my duties as the Angel of Death is to kill those who violate the rules. If you run away, I have to kill you."

If Evania thought about it, then she might figure out just why Kavil didn't talk to anyone or make friends here. How could he? He was charged with killing those who mess up. How painful would it be for Kavil if he had to kill someone he cared about? He couldn't become emotionally attached, just for the sake of his own sanity. Or what was left of it. That was questionable, considering how he didn't show emotions now.
 
She nodded again silently. Evania was happy that her things would be brought to her. It would make this place begin to feel like the home it now was and she no longer had to worry about destroying someone else's things. It would be a matter of weeks until she was used to living here and she would be able to properly control herself as she slept. Until then, she would work extra hard to be more aware while she was asleep.

Evania made to leave then, but stopped at hearing Kavil's words and winced. She'd read the duties of his rank last night and she knew damn well what he did. She supposed it made sense if he kept to himself but still. Why not try to befriend those who wouldn't make errors, and who could be trusted that their loyalty to the guild would never falter? Reading the scroll last night had also made her think twice about her ideas to runaway if she saw the chance. The Angel of Death had been formidable enough, but knowing who held the position now gave her chills. The resolution she had made to herself to not runaway last night became more solid as she heard him say he would have to kill her. "I may not want this but I'm not stupid enough to run away. The whole point of agreeing was so that I didn't end my life. I just don't know that I can..." Her voice had been steady and low as she spoke, turning back to Kavil. But she trailed off, not wanting to admit her fears that she could never kill someone else. What if that was enough for him to kill her? Nip it in the bud rather than waste months of training her. It was what she would do in that position.

Evania sighed again and looked away from him. She felt ashamed for some reason and no longer wanted to be standing there with him. "I'll see you around," she said shortly before heading back down the stairs and into the hall. No one was about yet and the bathroom was open. Evania hurried on in and looked in the mirror, noting the ash that had indeed been on her cheek. She ran some water in the basin before washing her face. The cold water made her wake up just a little more, making her ready for the day. While in there she also braided her long locks into a fishtail braid and headed out to hide in her own room until she heard others getting up and making their way to the dining hall.
 
Kavil watched in silence as Evania left. There was nothing more for him to say to her. She had a busy day ahead, as did he. He had a great deal of work to do. Training, meeting with his master, and making preparations for a contract he had to go on soon.

Down in the dining hall, assassins were already gathering for breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, sausages, fruits, and plenty of other breakfast foods were on the tables, waiting to be eaten. It smelled heavenly in there, and the chatter was light and cheerful. Just another day in the guild, and nothing too exciting seemed to be happening.

Felicia wasn't down in the dining hall yet, but Joshua was. He was chatting with the girl who'd been sitting beside the Guild Master last night. She looked a little concerned about something, though Joshua's words seemed to be reassuring her.
 
Evania had fallen back to sleep after returning to her room. She woke to the sounds of people passing by her room as they talked to each other. It wasn't loud and full of laughter like last night had been, likely due to the early time of day. She stretched as she sat up from the bed and got on her feet. She was nervous but then, when hadn't she felt nervous since she'd woken up three days ago in the cell? She grabbed the knife from where she'd stuck it last night as well as the plate she'd brought into the room with her last night. It was singed. She let out a groan and carried on out of the room, following behind a few male assassin's as she made her way down to the dining hall. She kept an eye out for either Felicia or Joshua (and even Kavil, though she knew he wouldn't be present) but didn't spot either of them on her way.

The dining hall was much like it was the previous evening. This time, she wasn't blindfolded. People were seated here and there, chatting with their friends and eating their breakfasts. The tables were covered in food, ranging from simple things such as fruit to more complex meals such as bacon and eggs. Evania saw Joshua speaking with the girl from yesterday, the one who resembled the guild master. She didn't pay much attention to their body language as they spoke, but rather went straight back into the kitchens. She sought the red head. Valerie was easy enough to spoke. It was hard not to notice the wild hair ontop of the pale woman. Evania approached her and passed off the plate. "I'm afraid it got a little... Singed," she said sheepishly. Evania proceeded to apologize to Valerie about the plate, just saying she'd been playing with fire a little too much and it got out of hand. It wasn't an entire lie.

When that was said and done, Evania returned to the dining hall and grabbed an apple from the nearest table. Red apples were her favorite, and she was quite pleased to find them here. As she munched on the fruit, she gazed about. There were no real familiar faces here but for Joshua. When she approached him and the girl, Evania sat down and offered a hello. That was when she noticed the concerned look on the girl's face. Evania raised an eyebrow and stood again. "I didn't mean to intrude or anything," she said, readying to leave. Evania felt bad. It seemed like they were discussing something of importance. She would find some place else to eat her apple. Perhaps she would head back outside and see the scenery again, or even just head towards the training room. She could practice the throwing before anyone else got there.
 
The girl speaking with Joshua shook her head when Evania apologized. "It's fine," she said. "You don't have to go." She was soft-spoken and polite, offering Evania a small smile. It was somewhat forced, given the subject matter she'd been discussing with Joshua. "I'm Giselle, by the way. The Guild Master is my father. You're Evania, right? What do you think of the guild so far?"

She was trying to be friendly, but something was very obviously worrying her. Joshua looked less worried, but he only doing a better job of hiding it. Giselle had not given him very good news this morning.
 
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