Snippet #1572941

"Of course I do," Amira said brightly, once again taking his hand and pulling him back towards the building. With her spare hand, she scooped up her sword from the floor and sheathed it quickly. Almost immediately her relaxed demeanor had returned and she was back to smiling again. However, Ventum was glaring at her from his perch upon her shoulder. She ignored his gaze, instead concentrating on her path. She snatched up her bag from where she had thrown it in a hurry. For a moment he vented his anger by glaring instead at Haukka with a newfound venom. Of course he didn't actually mean it, but he was angry at the Princess. She was acting as though nothing had just happened to her. But Amira was only being sensible by refusing to mention it in front of Vesi.

Releasing his hand as she walked through the door into the building, she flashed him a smile, before smoothing her uniform out with the palms of her hands. They then began to rummage in the bag she had slung around her shoulders and produced two shiny apples. She tossed one carelessly to Vesi, not waiting to see if he caught it. Instead she bit down into hers, the juice on bursting onto her lips. Brushing it away impatiently, she continued to bite down on the apple. "So, I know virtually nothing about you Vesi," She turned so she was walking backwards, watching him with cheerful eyes. "How many siblings do you have? Where did you learn to fight? Why exactly did you want to be assigned to a pompous family such as my own?" She laughed, shaking her head. "I mean, it's not the most exciting of things to be doing. Watching me constantly I mean."

As she said it, they drew level with a door. Their first lesson. No-one stood outside so they were clearly early. Leaning against the wall, she continued to watch him, with Ventum watching her.