Reljir was not inclined to argue. The old man had his reasons.
There was a knock on the door and Vilkas entered without waiting. Kodlak cleared his throat “Ah here’s Vilkas”. Turning back to Reljir he asked “How are you in combat?”. Reljir answered with out thinking “I am a master trained to the….”. He broke off “I can handle myself”. Vilkas spoke “Master surely you’re not actually considering accepting him!”. Kodlak frowned “I am nobody’s master, and he might be just what we need around here. Last time I looked we had space in Jorrvaskr for those with a fire in their heart .”
Vilkas didn’t seem inclined to agree “Apologies but we don’t know anything about this outsider!”. Kodlak seemed tired “Vilkas take him to the yard and test his arm”. Reljir suspected the mans hostility towards him personally had to do with Ria. However, he could sense the unrest simmering just under the surface. Vilkas was a troubled man. He pointedly ignored Reljir as he led him upstairs and outside to the training yard behind the building. Farkus and a few others came out to watch. Aela and the alpha were conspicuously absent.
Reljir noticed the first crack in the ice when he withdrew his scimitar sword. Vilkas was openly curious about it. Playing a hunch he offered to show it to the older man. Vilkas warmed a little admiring the sword. Reljir told him a little of its history. It had been passed down in his family for generations. His mother had presented it to him as a baby. Then she had it safely stored away until such a time it was needed. Reljir wondered at her insight in sending it to the Skyrim Kutta.
Vilkas invited him to have a few swings at him. Reljir studied his opponents form and offered perfectly balanced swings designed to show the range of his talent. Vilkas allowed a few swings before ending the exercise. He complimented Reljir on his form; adding that although he was good he was still a whelp and had to follow orders. Then he attempted to hand over his sword ordering the younger man to have it sharpened.
Reljir didn’t want to start a conflict . Nor did he intend to be a pushover. He decided to be playful about it. He crossed his arms about to refuse, when he saw Vilkas glance towards the porch where Ria was watching. Reljir grinned at him. Let him save face in front of his woman. He reached out and snatched the sword before heading to the Sky forge.
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Reljir and The Huntress 3b/?
Date: 2013-12-27 04:05 am (UTC)There was a knock on the door and Vilkas entered without waiting. Kodlak cleared his throat “Ah here’s Vilkas”. Turning back to Reljir he asked “How are you in combat?”. Reljir answered with out thinking “I am a master trained to the….”. He broke off “I can handle myself”. Vilkas spoke “Master surely you’re not actually considering accepting him!”. Kodlak frowned “I am nobody’s master, and he might be just what we need around here. Last time I looked we had space in Jorrvaskr for those with a fire in their heart .”
Vilkas didn’t seem inclined to agree “Apologies but we don’t know anything about this outsider!”. Kodlak seemed tired “Vilkas take him to the yard and test his arm”. Reljir suspected the mans hostility towards him personally had to do with Ria. However, he could sense the unrest simmering just under the surface. Vilkas was a troubled man. He pointedly ignored Reljir as he led him upstairs and outside to the training yard behind the building. Farkus and a few others came out to watch. Aela and the alpha were conspicuously absent.
Reljir noticed the first crack in the ice when he withdrew his scimitar sword. Vilkas was openly curious about it. Playing a hunch he offered to show it to the older man. Vilkas warmed a little admiring the sword. Reljir told him a little of its history. It had been passed down in his family for generations. His mother had presented it to him as a baby. Then she had it safely stored away until such a time it was needed. Reljir wondered at her insight in sending it to the Skyrim Kutta.
Vilkas invited him to have a few swings at him. Reljir studied his opponents form and offered perfectly balanced swings designed to show the range of his talent. Vilkas allowed a few swings before ending the exercise. He complimented Reljir on his form; adding that although he was good he was still a whelp and had to follow orders. Then he attempted to hand over his sword ordering the younger man to have it sharpened.
Reljir didn’t want to start a conflict . Nor did he intend to be a pushover. He decided to be playful about it. He crossed his arms about to refuse, when he saw Vilkas glance towards the porch where Ria was watching. Reljir grinned at him. Let him save face in front of his woman. He reached out and snatched the sword before heading to the Sky forge.