Ayero gave one last stretch before running her fingers through her hair, combing the loose red waves back. Her group had wrapped up yet another training session and the young officer was satisfied with their performance, noting how the new soldiers were progressing in learning proper combat. She had dismissed them a short while earlier after a grueling period of high intensity combat, yet a few of the younger recruits hung around the training area, chatting with one another.
Ayero watched them from the corner of her eye, silently ruminating on how her relationship developed with them over the past few months. When the small group laughed among themselves, Ayero couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. She had guided them as best she could, training them into skilled warriors rather than barbarians. Though they seemed to respect her (at least to her face), she felt as if something was lacking. Aside from the young Delphi, Ayero hadn’t really made a connection with any of her cadets. How can I fix this? I wonder what they think of me… The Fanalis woman had only a handful of people in her life she would consider close friends, but realized that she hadn’t gone out of the way to make friends. Even if she tried, she wouldn’t know how.
When the laughter died down and casual conversation began to flow from the group of men once more, Ayero shifted her thoughts back to reality. As hard as she tried to be like Octavius, there were some areas that certainly needed work. I don’t really have much more to offer than being a warrior… Sighing inwardly, the Fanalis woman moved to exit the training grounds.
Ayero turned, surprised to see one of the young men break away from the group and trail after her. ”What is it, Yusuf?”
The Fanalis male flashed her a hesitant grin. ”Captain, could I speak with you for a moment? Somewhere a little more…private?” He gestured to the group of Fanalis men who hooted and whistled at the potentially suggestive words.
Ayero arched a brow, looking over Yusuf’s shoulder to give the men a sharp glare. After they had been silenced, she turned her gaze back to Yusuf to address him. With a nod, the Fanalis female lead the young man to the side of the building housing the barracks. While she understood that he wanted to speak privately, she didn’t want to risk rumors flying about had she spoken to him behind closed doors. This way they could still be seen, albeit their voices wouldn’t carry to the group Yusuf had been speaking to before.
Ayero crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the side of the building, fixing Yusuf with a demanding gaze. Though she appeared collected on the outside, her worry was steadily rising on the inside. From what she had seen of Yusuf, the young Fanalis male was clever and social, leading him to be well-liked among his peers. This was the first time she had seen him anywhere near nervous, the silence between them growing as Yusuf took a few moments to gather his thoughts. Finally he spoke, looking Ayero dead in the eyes as he did so.
[WC: 552]
Ayero watched them from the corner of her eye, silently ruminating on how her relationship developed with them over the past few months. When the small group laughed among themselves, Ayero couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. She had guided them as best she could, training them into skilled warriors rather than barbarians. Though they seemed to respect her (at least to her face), she felt as if something was lacking. Aside from the young Delphi, Ayero hadn’t really made a connection with any of her cadets. How can I fix this? I wonder what they think of me… The Fanalis woman had only a handful of people in her life she would consider close friends, but realized that she hadn’t gone out of the way to make friends. Even if she tried, she wouldn’t know how.
When the laughter died down and casual conversation began to flow from the group of men once more, Ayero shifted her thoughts back to reality. As hard as she tried to be like Octavius, there were some areas that certainly needed work. I don’t really have much more to offer than being a warrior… Sighing inwardly, the Fanalis woman moved to exit the training grounds.
”Ah, wait! Captain Shiba!”
Ayero turned, surprised to see one of the young men break away from the group and trail after her. ”What is it, Yusuf?”
The Fanalis male flashed her a hesitant grin. ”Captain, could I speak with you for a moment? Somewhere a little more…private?” He gestured to the group of Fanalis men who hooted and whistled at the potentially suggestive words.
Ayero arched a brow, looking over Yusuf’s shoulder to give the men a sharp glare. After they had been silenced, she turned her gaze back to Yusuf to address him. With a nod, the Fanalis female lead the young man to the side of the building housing the barracks. While she understood that he wanted to speak privately, she didn’t want to risk rumors flying about had she spoken to him behind closed doors. This way they could still be seen, albeit their voices wouldn’t carry to the group Yusuf had been speaking to before.
Ayero crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the side of the building, fixing Yusuf with a demanding gaze. Though she appeared collected on the outside, her worry was steadily rising on the inside. From what she had seen of Yusuf, the young Fanalis male was clever and social, leading him to be well-liked among his peers. This was the first time she had seen him anywhere near nervous, the silence between them growing as Yusuf took a few moments to gather his thoughts. Finally he spoke, looking Ayero dead in the eyes as he did so.
"Captain…were you at The Great Slave Auction in Heliohapt this year?”
[WC: 552]