Zaraline's Point of View799Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHShbgiou4m
Learning the Tongue wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Writing out the words wasn't hard either, once I started to get the hang of it, which Morganna made sure I wrote plenty. For a while I thought my wrist was going to simply fall off.
One day, an Elven man showed up. Tall, almost seven feet tall, and built of muscle. The lower left side of his face sported a nasty burn scar. At his hip was a monster of a sword with an emerald as a pommel. He was draped in leathers and furs as black as his sword's sheathe. This must have been the elf that Grindyr asked to teach me.
"I am Ceredan," he stated his voice surprisingly smooth for such an intimidating individual.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," I replied, giving him a wide smile. I extended a hand to him. His bushy brows furrowed a he looked between my hand and my face. He seemed confused.
I lowered my hand, my cheeks heated. I didn't even think to consider what Elven traditions might be.
"Is it? You do not know enough about me to determine if it's a pleasure or not," he replied, still looking a bit confused.
"Er..." I froze up for a moment, unsure of what to really say to that. I mean, I suppose in strange, particularly literal sort of way he was right.
"Regardless," Ceredan continued, his expression returning to one of neutrality. "Grindyr asked me to teach a girl named Zaraline. Where is she?"
"Oh, shoot, my manners! I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Zaraline."
"Oh. I see." Ceredan pursed his lips, and moved to circle around me. I followed him with my gaze as best I could as he inspected me. "Suppose there are worse trainees out there. And you're certainly no dwarf, so that is definitely a plus." He finally came to a halt in front of me.
"What's wrong with Dwarves?"
"Stubborn. Too stubborn. And too short to properly wield anything than a shortsword," he grumbled. "Do you even own a blade?"
"Er... no."
"Humph. What a set back. Suppose we'll have to find a temporary remedy to that. Let me see your right arm."799Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG0udKsRsKQ
A strange request, but I complied. I held out my right arm. He took me by the wrist, straightening my arm out. Then, he sort of half-crouched to get down to my height to he could compare his arm length to mine. 799Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO7Dt6Dfho4
He muttered some unintelligible things under his breath, before straightening.799Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJUxddNNqAF
"I will return in four days."799Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVDcQiNyLB4
"Er, alright? Where are you going? If I may ask, of course."799Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoQrtxMT6Bn
"To find you a proper sword."799Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP9owHgOAEQ
I furrowed my brows. "Shouldn't we be using wooden swords?"799Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwBAnZCRPeg
"Why would we? The danger is an important part to the learning process. You don't want to get hurt? Be smart and quick. Simple." He turned his back to me thereafter, and began to walk away from the tower. 799Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBTGfqpiReP
"I suppose," I murmured in reply, though I wasn't quite sure he heard me. Truthfully, I was nervous. The last time I'd ever really swung a sword was when I was a child. I wasn't keen on the idea of getting cut up like a diced cucumber. I hoped he wasn't as ruthless of a teacher as he seemed to be.799Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjrNKZkUZil
