Waiting on a Teacher (attn Lou)
Posted: February 20th, 2020, 9:23 pm
Far earlier in the morning than she would like, Alienor found herself on the way to the training grounds. After expressing her interest to learn how to use a dagger, she'd been told to come to the training circle and a teacher would meet her there.
The sun had only been up for a few hours, and dew still glistened on the grass. And already, she had had breakfast, did her morning exercises, and got into a fight with another Drin. Bloody Warders she thought grumpily, as she approached the sandy area where most of the trainees had their lessons. Do they really think dragging us out of bed with the sun is going to make us better Gaidin?
Though Alienor had been raised on a farm, she wasn't accustomed to early mornings- her grandparents weren't nobles, but they were well off enough to afford servants, and so most of the truly hard work fell to the farmhands. Alright, Alienor, admit it, you're not enjoying life as a Drin.
And she wasn't. Life at the Tower wasn't at all what she'd expected. She'd known, of course, that it wouldn't be easy, but she wasn't expecting it to be as rough as it was. From the early mornings, to be constantly barked at by Gaidin, to making a fool of herself in some of her weaponry classes. Which is the main problem, isn't it? You don't like not being good at something. She'd always been competitive, and it was stinging her pride to not be a top student.
Stopping near the sand circle area, Alienor began to go through some light exercises again. She'd technically already warmed up, but she suspected she needed all the advantages she could get.
At least this morning' s lesson was in dagger- she could use a basic knife already, so perhaps would be better at dagger than she'd been with a bow. Alienor wanted to crawl under the sand when she thought about yesterday' s bow class. Taking her dagger from her belt- a narrow, straight blade she'd selected at the armory earlier- she attempted a few practice stabs.
The sun had only been up for a few hours, and dew still glistened on the grass. And already, she had had breakfast, did her morning exercises, and got into a fight with another Drin. Bloody Warders she thought grumpily, as she approached the sandy area where most of the trainees had their lessons. Do they really think dragging us out of bed with the sun is going to make us better Gaidin?
Though Alienor had been raised on a farm, she wasn't accustomed to early mornings- her grandparents weren't nobles, but they were well off enough to afford servants, and so most of the truly hard work fell to the farmhands. Alright, Alienor, admit it, you're not enjoying life as a Drin.
And she wasn't. Life at the Tower wasn't at all what she'd expected. She'd known, of course, that it wouldn't be easy, but she wasn't expecting it to be as rough as it was. From the early mornings, to be constantly barked at by Gaidin, to making a fool of herself in some of her weaponry classes. Which is the main problem, isn't it? You don't like not being good at something. She'd always been competitive, and it was stinging her pride to not be a top student.
Stopping near the sand circle area, Alienor began to go through some light exercises again. She'd technically already warmed up, but she suspected she needed all the advantages she could get.
At least this morning' s lesson was in dagger- she could use a basic knife already, so perhaps would be better at dagger than she'd been with a bow. Alienor wanted to crawl under the sand when she thought about yesterday' s bow class. Taking her dagger from her belt- a narrow, straight blade she'd selected at the armory earlier- she attempted a few practice stabs.
