Timestamp: Dyo 45, 81380 <span style='color:red'>One hand thrust, Type one sideslash...</span> Adun whispered to himself, moving hsi sword in the patterns he was saying. He had to practice them, being rusty from not using them. Life had sprung back into him almost three weeks ago. Acceptance had been found in the arms of another, giving him the focus to snap out of his self pity and start working on his skills again. His mind calmed as he thought about that night, and his sword seemed to glow in resonance with him as he finished the movement.
Sejv watched the young arden from the corner of the courtyard, the silent observer keeping an eye on his potential pupil. His stood in the shadow of a column, his robes taking on a chameleon like effect keeping him hidden from a casual eye. That and the boy was so engrossed in his movements that he doubted he would see much. He also watched because had a profound respect for the art of the sword, he was an amateur himself, in his standards anyway. He slipped his sword out of its scabbard, the sharp edged blade cutting through the air with a soft resonance. He walked out of the shadows as his robes returned to their more natural form, but tightened a little too. Talking more the form of battle robes. "Care for a spar young Adun." He asked in a inquisitive tone, he was testing him of course. Also to see how he reacted to a complete strange asking him questions, all were important if he was to achieve his goal. His swished his tail about a little impatiently, the sword still pointed down. The long sword which he called his own was eager for some use.
<span style='color:red'>First I would desire to know how you learned my name</span> He said, turning around and facing Sjev. He watched the longsword, noting it was an excellent sword. Back to the point, how had this stranger learned his name, nd how did he appear out of nowhere. Granted, he had been focused on his movements, but he still should have noticed another walking towards him. I really am getting rusty if I can't even tell when someone is approaching me
Sejv put on a mocking smile, his head slightly downcast. He still did his best to keep his posture and position as non threatening as possible though, the last thing he wanted to achieve was scaring him off. As a soft breeze picked up a little, he brushed back some careless hair that had thrown its self across his face. His free hand returning to his side again, then offering it out in a hand shake. The smile still on his face as he flashed a grin towards Adun. "The name is Sejv, and I got yours from the school list. Not offended are you." He asked with causal a little hint of concern. Some people got put off if you got all insightful on them, but it really wasnÂ’t that hard. Anyone who hanged around the school could be easily traced. The principle was very good at running a tight ship, a Mrs Heart or something like that. He couldnÂ’t remember her name, he didnÂ’t make a big deal about coming her anyway. It was far too high profile to talk to her, even if she would see him. That and he had nothing to really say to her.
<span style='color:red'>Pleased to meet you, Sjev</span> He said, extending his own arm in response and shaking his hand. <span style='color:red'>Just one more question, why did you seek me out?</span> He asked, curious as to why anyone, besides Ebony, would search for him. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Brain dead</td></tr></table>
Sejv grinned, Sejv always grinned, and he grinned right now. Why indeed, well he saw potential in him. That and it was his job to recruit, although whether he would give this boy and offer was his personal decision. They didnÂ’t just recruit anyone. They, where the mages guild. It was unusually for them to recruit someone with little magical talent but not every one was a mage in the guild. Contrary to what the name would suggest. "A test, donÂ’t worry about that though. It wont concern you yet." He said casually. "So a spar then, yes or no." Sword still in a no threatening pose.
<span style='color:red'>Its been a while since I had a challenging opponent, but you seem, different. The first move in this fight is yours.</span> He said, crouching a little and putting his sword in front of him, ready to block any attacks that came. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>sorry for the crappy post, I ish brain dead</td></tr></table>
