COME AT ME AND YOU'LL SEE I'M MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE --- YOU THINK THAT YOU'LL BREAK ME, YOU'RE GONNA FIND IN TIME --- |
“Ugh, it’s fucking freezing out here.”
Saffron was shivering as she trudged through the snow. While she was admittedly looking forward to being able to let loose without having to worry about her surroundings, she was not a fan of the atmosphere. “Seriously, he could have picked some place a little warmer. A nice, remote beach would have been just as good. This is stupid.” Despite how she grumbled, the blonde wasn’t really all that upset. She was definitely grumpy, but complaining just made her feel better. Or at least, that’s what she told herself.
Surviving a single day would have been one thing, but Vandrad had made it clear that he wanted her to be gone for several days. By the time she had even made it to the summit, Saffron had had half a mind to go train somewhere else instead and just tell him that she’d gone to Mount Hakobe. As much as she had daydreamed about the little act of rebellion, however, she had a feeling that one way or another he would know if she had truly done as he’d asked or not. So instead, she forced herself to carry on as he had instructed, cursing his name and his spiky hair and his ancestors and his vertically challenged stature along the way.
Thankfully, he’d said nothing about her having to go by herself. Had that been his intention? Possibly. But Saffron believed in asking for forgiveness rather than permission, and if she was going to be forced into spending days in this frozen hellscape, she refused to suffer alone. So, she’d taken it upon herself to drag Hosrius along with her so they could train together. She knew the alien was the type to appreciate anything that might help him keep his skills sharp, and he was still curious enough about magic that he rarely turned down a chance to see it in action. Plus, she was starting to get the feeling that he needed a break from his hunt, which had yet to prove fruitful thus far.
Saffron had been concerned about finding a safe place to camp at first, but thankfully They had found a cave not too far from the cliff that Vandrad had described to her that at least provided some shelter from the snow and the biting winds. Whatever he’d said about monks and shit having come up here to train in the past must have been true, because there was evidence that the cave had been used by others before: A couple makeshifts pallet had been constructed at one time for sleeping, and while they weren’t the most comfortable things in the world they kept them from having to sleep on the stone floor, which was so cold they may as well have just slept directly in the snow outside. There was also a small fire pit crafted with a circle of rocks. Someone had even taken the time to leave a pile of dry wood in a corner for the next occupant of the cave, which was nice.
Saffron couldn’t help but feel like this “training” was little more than gaining strength by surviving a harsh and dangerous climate. That was all well and good, but she’d had her fill of life and death circumstances and was fairly certain she had earned a much longer break from them than this. Besides, when he had offered to help her with her magic she had been expecting a bit more hands on training rather than “hurr durr go out into a frozen fucking wasteland and try not to die”, which honestly just sounded like a cringy spinoff of her last trip into Pergrande. “I don’t suppose you’re willing to use that rifle of yours to Old Yellar me out of my misery, are you?” she teased.
Well, mostly teased.
Saffron was shivering as she trudged through the snow. While she was admittedly looking forward to being able to let loose without having to worry about her surroundings, she was not a fan of the atmosphere. “Seriously, he could have picked some place a little warmer. A nice, remote beach would have been just as good. This is stupid.” Despite how she grumbled, the blonde wasn’t really all that upset. She was definitely grumpy, but complaining just made her feel better. Or at least, that’s what she told herself.
Surviving a single day would have been one thing, but Vandrad had made it clear that he wanted her to be gone for several days. By the time she had even made it to the summit, Saffron had had half a mind to go train somewhere else instead and just tell him that she’d gone to Mount Hakobe. As much as she had daydreamed about the little act of rebellion, however, she had a feeling that one way or another he would know if she had truly done as he’d asked or not. So instead, she forced herself to carry on as he had instructed, cursing his name and his spiky hair and his ancestors and his vertically challenged stature along the way.
Thankfully, he’d said nothing about her having to go by herself. Had that been his intention? Possibly. But Saffron believed in asking for forgiveness rather than permission, and if she was going to be forced into spending days in this frozen hellscape, she refused to suffer alone. So, she’d taken it upon herself to drag Hosrius along with her so they could train together. She knew the alien was the type to appreciate anything that might help him keep his skills sharp, and he was still curious enough about magic that he rarely turned down a chance to see it in action. Plus, she was starting to get the feeling that he needed a break from his hunt, which had yet to prove fruitful thus far.
Saffron had been concerned about finding a safe place to camp at first, but thankfully They had found a cave not too far from the cliff that Vandrad had described to her that at least provided some shelter from the snow and the biting winds. Whatever he’d said about monks and shit having come up here to train in the past must have been true, because there was evidence that the cave had been used by others before: A couple makeshifts pallet had been constructed at one time for sleeping, and while they weren’t the most comfortable things in the world they kept them from having to sleep on the stone floor, which was so cold they may as well have just slept directly in the snow outside. There was also a small fire pit crafted with a circle of rocks. Someone had even taken the time to leave a pile of dry wood in a corner for the next occupant of the cave, which was nice.
Saffron couldn’t help but feel like this “training” was little more than gaining strength by surviving a harsh and dangerous climate. That was all well and good, but she’d had her fill of life and death circumstances and was fairly certain she had earned a much longer break from them than this. Besides, when he had offered to help her with her magic she had been expecting a bit more hands on training rather than “hurr durr go out into a frozen fucking wasteland and try not to die”, which honestly just sounded like a cringy spinoff of her last trip into Pergrande. “I don’t suppose you’re willing to use that rifle of yours to Old Yellar me out of my misery, are you?” she teased.
Well, mostly teased.
deltra of gangnam style
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