#sxlitarytrainee

[queensownheraldtalia-blog]

{SxlitaryTraineeMags} " Lil' miss? " The Trainee calls out softly, attempting to catch the girl's attention. " 'Have ye anywhere t'sit? Ye can come sit with me if ye like, seats open fer ye. "

Talks looked at her other trainee in surprise, and stared down at her feet. “No, I don't.” She mumbled, wondering why he would possibly be talking to her off all people. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

[queensownheraldtalia-blog]

herald-vanyel-ashkevron, queensownheraldtalia, and sxlitarytraineemags join forces to become

heraldvanyelashkevronqueensownheraldtaliasxlitarytraineemags

[queensownheraldtalia-blog]

If we were to make a band

Also Skif too

[herald-vanyel-ashkevron]

"You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart."

No, that can’t be it! There has to be another reason, something more, for all of this!

[herald-vanyel-ashkevron]

"Some people are just born to fight, I think. It’s not that they’re born brave. It’s not that they’re born strong. It’s just that the universe has decided that this one, this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. And it’ll be tested, this cosmic mettle of theirs. They’ll face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways. But this one was born to fight. Maybe it’s not the life they would have chosen. Maybe they’d love to lay down their arms. But they were born to "

Yes but you can only blame fate for so much, Mags. Maybe the universe or the gods decided to put steel in your blood, but what you do with it is your own doing. I’m not saying that fate doesn’t exist, Mags. I’m saying there’s more too it than that.

[herald-vanyel-ashkevron]

"I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do." ((Sees quotes being used and has to join in on the bandwagon))

I wasn’t either, Mags. You’ll get used to it, and you’ll find you like the feeling. I promise.

[ilesii]

Before him was the biggest man he'd ever seen in his life. Quite possibly nearly twice his height, and fully covered with armor. And he'd quite literally stumbled into him. Armin had to peek over the stacks of books in his arms that needed to be placed into the library for re-shelving (even though he wasn't technically allowed to take them out of the library).

"Um...sorry." He mumbled from behind the papers. He had never seen this guy before, but he has heard of his presence before. Someone Tyden befriended. The Monarch's Own tried shuffling out of his way, only managing to sway the textbooks just enough that they all tumbled to the floor. Obviously, he had no luck.

With various curses, Armin bent to gather the books. With his luck, one of the books fell right onto his foot which hurt smartly. The librarian would never forgive him if he damaged her books, and he'd never be allowed to sneak the books out from that room ever again.

[ilesii]

Running unceremoniously late seemed to be a special habit of Armin. He absolutely knew that he shouldn't have had that wine last night, but as usual his Gift didn't see that close to the future concerning his matters on his drinking. Not only was he hungover, he was tired from various meetings that he couldn't miss (but was unsurprisingly late to both of them). Armin was impressed that the Lord-Marshall's Herald didn't start reschedule meetings with the assumption that he was going to be at least five minutes late.

Naturally, the first place he went to when he actually had time was go seek solitude with Taver. Armin often had to come and apologize to the Companion for always waking him up on time, but he would still manage to be late. At least he always managed to make an entrance when he did arrive.

He wasn't alone in the stables, which wasn't unexpected since the boy was wearing trainee grays and classes were out for the day. Armin smiled, closing the door behind him before anymore of the cold air got into the Companion's stables. "I see I'm not the only one seeking the solitude of the Companion's am I?" The Herald mused, a half smile on his face.