Written By Reyna
March 31, 2018, 8:51 p.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Well. This was awful. Jayeth has been slowly, so incredibly slowly, showing me how to work the forge and hone metal into something useful (I tell him often, metal is perfectly useful when used as an object to hurl at others, but alas, apparently that is not useful enough). I made my first dagger and it, well. It really is the ugliest thing one could imagine. Horrid. The fact I managed to make it somewhat resemble a dagger is a miracle, though it looks more like a flattened broad leaf with a really, really ..stupid looking handle. A ladle would be more dangerous in the hands of an individual. But Jayeth was profound in his praise, encouraging me to further experiment in the back of his ship, certain I would be able to one day craft such deadly weapons that they could 'nick the hands of the gods and draw a single drop of blood'. Really? Wow. A single drop. Superb.
This can't be my calling. I am just ..the worst at it. If it is ..I beg forgiveness of Jayus, because I am doing you so very wrong.
This can't be my calling. I am just ..the worst at it. If it is ..I beg forgiveness of Jayus, because I am doing you so very wrong.
Written By Reyna
March 31, 2018, 8:45 p.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
The fact that I can write this is a very small minor miracle, for I was soundly beaten on the training sands just yesterday in the most thorough manner. It started with me teasingly challenging Sir Bayweather, whom I had only just met when he came into Jayeths shop, to a bit of polishing of armor. I was being a complete and utter ass, mainly because he was so incredibly intimidating, so I tried to do what I always do, and humor my way out of feeling such. The challenge of polishing led to an additional challenge on the training sands. He helped me with my duties at Jayeths smithie and shop, as I had promised my friend I would stay until closing and assist with cleaning the display items, and then off to the sands we went.
To put it mildly I was completely and utterly destroyed. I found myself on my back, staring up at the training centers skies, or ceiling, I couldn't tell you which it had in the moment I was so dazed. I could not feel my body. Or rather, all I could feel was the incredible deep ache of bruises through multiple levels of flesh and bone in my body. I barely recall the events that transpired immediately otherwise, finding myself soon after (or perhaps hours after, who knows in my state at the time), in a tavern booth, with Sir Bayweather himself providing libations to ease the sound trouncing he gave me.
He is, in a word, not the man I thought. Yes, very strong and huge, but with a sense of humor that is endearing, and he can carry a conversation. Awkward at times, but fully aware of his own awkwardness.
I think I will take him up on his offer to help train me. I am woefully under-skilled, despite what my ego may thinks, and I would like to be able to hold my own against him one day.
I will make you wear that Princess moniker, Sir Bayweather! One day. Very ..very ..far in the future.
To put it mildly I was completely and utterly destroyed. I found myself on my back, staring up at the training centers skies, or ceiling, I couldn't tell you which it had in the moment I was so dazed. I could not feel my body. Or rather, all I could feel was the incredible deep ache of bruises through multiple levels of flesh and bone in my body. I barely recall the events that transpired immediately otherwise, finding myself soon after (or perhaps hours after, who knows in my state at the time), in a tavern booth, with Sir Bayweather himself providing libations to ease the sound trouncing he gave me.
He is, in a word, not the man I thought. Yes, very strong and huge, but with a sense of humor that is endearing, and he can carry a conversation. Awkward at times, but fully aware of his own awkwardness.
I think I will take him up on his offer to help train me. I am woefully under-skilled, despite what my ego may thinks, and I would like to be able to hold my own against him one day.
I will make you wear that Princess moniker, Sir Bayweather! One day. Very ..very ..far in the future.
Written By Reyna
July 2, 2017, 11:53 a.m.(10/6/1006 AR)
Ran the Gauntlet again, with mixed results, just as all the times before. Proving that the parts that are agility based I breeze past, but those that are strength and endurance based, I struggle with. Lord Gaston and I discussed this some last night, ideas for how I can better improve myself and capabilities. And then we sparred, it was honorable of him to not use his weapon, considering it is of a far better quality than my own. And the fact that he was in his new armor and not his leathers. He himself could use some more work on his footwork, while he has the endurance to spare and is a giant of a man, he needs to move a tad bit quicker. It was an enjoyable evening.
Why does he care about my hair being untamed? It's always been like that, no matter what I do with it since I was a child.
He also compared me to a cat.
Why does he care about my hair being untamed? It's always been like that, no matter what I do with it since I was a child.
He also compared me to a cat.
Written By Reyna
June 29, 2017, 3:29 a.m.(9/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaston
I find myself liking him, he is not like most of the other nobility. I don't feel like I have to constantly look at the ground to make sure I am not tripping over myself. With him I can be mouthy and blunt, and he seems to actually appreciate it. But I should keep him at distance, like most people. And yet, I keep letting him creep a little bit closer. At least he didn't seem to hold my past against me. Then again, I didn't tell him everything...
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