Vayle Fuse
Vayle was sorting feeling and thoughts out in her mind when her Master had finished training her. Today was the last lesson, really just a night of free running and sparring. She absentminded touched her new bob hairstyle. It was what her master called a parting gift. "Feeling resentful my dear?" A lithe figure stepped from the shadows. In a paper screen room that was well lit, Val scolded herself in her mind for not noticing. "Not resentment, but thanks. I don't have to deal with vanity anymore." Her master snickered. "Your still my cute little dove. I wish I could keep you in your cage, but you need to fly away eventually." He paused and suddenly ruffled his student's hair. "You've made me so proud." Val nodded and slowly moved his hand away. "Old man, I'm not your daughter okay." From underneath his hood he grinned and lowered his hood.
A dark-haired man who looked to be in his early thirties, though Vayle knew he was older, was smirking. "You might as well be. So now off with you. If you don't fly away I'll be tempted to keep you in your cage." His green eyes had that I-really-will look. Vayle merely arched an eyebrow and exchanged a few more words. On the surface it seemed as if she was glad to be rid of him. But if you've been with someone who care for you for twenty years....that wouldn't be the case.
As soon she had finished her shower, Val slipped into the attire needed or the meeting. Her's a bit more modified to resemble free running clothing, but the standard white cloak was worn over it. She fixed the hidden blade onto her arm and a short katana in its shear rested above her rear. Awhile later she and her Master arrived in the Conventus Room. Two pairs were already here, it seemed she was the last one and she sat in her chair. It earned a suppressed laugh from her master, the chair was much to big for her small figure.