Pyrrha had been lounging in a chair, reading. Having just finished Guardian Training, she had wanted to relax in her home for once. It's not like they were going to get much chance for it, being almost constantly on duty for the first while of their Guardianship. A bit of hazing if you were. It was a stupid tradition, but everyone who had gone through it seemingly wanted to inflict the same pain on the next generation.
And there was nothing, NOTHING that would take this brief moment of respite away from...
["Mandatory meeting! Come to the Cliff now. It's very important!"]
"Godsdamnit Zephyr!", she muttered under her breath, but made to leave anyway.
She was very glad that over the years one of the adult Gaiamancers took pity on the aqua- and pyromancers of Zephyr's little group, and had carved out stairs inside the cliffs. Zephyr had been pretty put out his secret place had been discovered by the adults -as if they didn't know from the start-, but Pyrrha had been grateful, She might not be particularly afraid of heights, but rock climbing was not her thing.
It seemed that she was one of the first people to arrive. After exchanging an annoyed greeting and glaring at Zeph, she plopped down on her chair. Some years in the past she had had the foresight to get cushions for the group. Zephyr didn't seem to be all that big on the details, leaving it to others to adjust his plans slightly.
Around that time the others came trickling in. Once everyone had exchanged their 'niceties', Zeph began speaking.
Pyrrha grew increasingly incredulous as Zeph continued. So what if the work was going to be as monotonous as it had been for centuries? It's not like no one pre-warned them. Why else would there be so few guardian candidates? It was actually stressed in the job description.
Her head began to hurt more and more further in.
"Zeph...", she practically begged when he stopped talking, "You ARE kidding right?"