Floating in the Void he was at least calm. He had not mastered the Oneness fully, but at least the calm dark helped keep him focused. Grim faced, he walked towards a punishment that would be out of his hands, and yet he knew he was unrepentant in his heart. As he turned up the staircase that led to the Mistress of Trainings office, he thought of the cocksure scout who had marched up the stairs and practically demanded a bond.
They took that young man and forged a Ji’val. Though the strength and determination they instilled in the men and women becoming Gaidin had led him to make a choice he would now account for. Beron mused as he walked the staircase, his thoughts drifting to Isla. Beautiful, smart and strong enough to walk through her own forges and want to heal with a gentle touch.
With a deep breath to steel himself, Beron knocked and then entered the Mistress of Training’s Office. Riahana Gaidin had paused in her paperwork, a quizzical look briefly touching her face as Beron entered. “Yes Ji’val?” she asked.
“I am here to submit myself for penance. Ravak Gaidin and I were speaking, and it came out that I have broken a very strict, very high custom and rule of the Grey Tower. Ravak in the course of discussing bonds with me, brought to light a relationship I have been pursuing,” Beron said stiffly, waiting for yet another reaction from a higher rank.