Snippet #2706891

"With all due respect," Aurel watched Valoel closely for a moment, before she continued. "I was responding to a situation I assumed to be threatening. You'll forgive me if my first thought wasn't to leave myself vulnerable by taking time to salute you."

Having thus spoken her mind, she glanced in the direction Victor had run off to. Had Aurel had a face, it might have displayed a worry. That was certainly what she felt as the knight stormed off towards the training field.

Having spent the entirety of her life as a mercenary, Aurel had a strange opinion of how authority worked. For the most part, she was willing to take orders, but she had never had a superior in the military sense before she joined the Knighthood and so, still, sometimes spoke too freely. She had not worked with Valoel before, but as the girl gave her orders she couldn't help but to shrug. So young, Aurel noted. She wondered how someone came upon a life like this at such an age, but then, her life back then had been quite similar. It was the unfortunate state of the world, no doubt.

She walked to the training ground at a rather leisurely pace, having no need to rush when the length of her legs could carry her faster than most others could run. She arrived, finding Victor by the dummies, taking slow, but heavy breaths. She felt as though she ought to say something, reassure him in a sense, as she sat down on the railing (it creaked a little beneath her weight– though her legs were gangly, there were a lot of them).

"I don't think I've heard you speak before," she said at length. "It's okay, you know. To speak."

Having said that, she wasn't sure what else to add. She already felt as though she was breaching a subject that made him uncomfortable, she wasn't about to push him into speaking again. Thusly, unless Victor wished to respond in some manner, she waited for the rest to arrive.