Looking up at the Ji'val who had called over to her, and nodded her head to show she had heard him. She did not bother calling out, a nod surrficed, though sometimes these Wetlanders seemed to want verbal conformation. That she did not get, though of course they did not have hand speech, like her Sisters had, so she guessed they had to talk to one another all the time. But the Ji'val simply nodded back to her, and she assumed that was that. Though her mind was now racing why she was being called to the office though she had a good idea as to why. Standing up from her crossed leg position, she stretched her back, and collected up the arrows she had been working on. Some of the workmanship had been shoddy indeed, and she would not have fired them at her worst enemy for shame of their condition. So she was refletching, waxing the shafts and sharpening the tips. It was her free time, and while most of the Drin seemed to be trying to flirt with the other Learning Ranks, she had little interest in such things. Work, being prepared, that was her life. I will never be taken by surprise again, I will never be taken again!
After placing her arrows back into her quiver case, and tied it to her waist, before heading off in the direction of the office. She did not rush, but she did not idle along either. She knew she was more than likely walking into a punishment, and she was not scared of such as in she would not run from it, but she also would not run towards it either. Not when she did not think she deserved such a thing. Those two Drin deserved that she had given them, they had owed her toh even if they had not understood that. She had tried to explain, as she stood over them with a bitch stick, beating their bottoms like little girls as they were restrained on the floor, but she did not think they had been listening. Still, it was what they deserved if not more for mocking her like they had. They had thought her an easy target, a way to make themselves look clever in front of the group, but in the end she had seen them both weeping like children. She was not at all surprised that they had gone running to the Mistress of Training over it, like the children they were. Maybe next time she would swap out their swords (the horrid things) for dolls to carry around.
She arrived at the offices, and straightened her uniform before heading inside. In the outer office, one of the Gaidin saw her and pointed for her to wait to the side. Dianlinn nodded her head and did so, standing at her ease with her hands clasped behind her back. She now waited for what was to fall on her head.
At no point did she expect she was simply going to be asked to show a new Drin around.