Jory made her way to the barracks, and found the room that was hers. Ginae had made her put her belongings into the room, and to expect a roommate to arrive by day's end, so she'd taken the bed farthest from the door.

 

She opened her packs, and started putting her clothes away; uniforms in the top drawer, underthings in the second. She folded everything meticulously; everything she owned had a place that it would belong. When her clothes were away, she opened a trunk, making sure everything was in its place in there as well. Reluctantly, she laid her many tiny daggers in their flat velveted cases, all but a tiny juggling knife.

 

She closed the trunk, and sat on the edge of her bed. It was firm, but comfortable, and she rolled the small blade across her knuckles with a sigh, wondering what to do with herself until her next lesson with Ciarma.

 

That was just how she was, rolling the small blade over and over across her knuckles, when the door opened in an abrupt fashion.

OOC: It's Cairma... not Ciarma... just thought I'd let you know. Oh, and this happens a little over a year into Fior's Training, for the record. So if you've just gotten here, well, yeah.

 

IC:

 

Fior's body ached from the beating he had recieved from Cairma the day before. After being Healed, he had slept through the night and well into the afternoon. When he had woken, Cairma had been there and she told him to return to his room, and that they'd resume training the next day.

 

The walk back to the barracks was one of the most painful in his life. His muscles screamed in protest as he forced them through the Void and across the Yards. He waved weakly at Conor and Mahiko as they lounged under a tree, but motioned for them to stay seated when they started to rise.

 

"Come see me in a little while. I'll be in my room... recovering." He called to them as he limped by.

 

Finally he completed the long trek to his room, but he paused outside the door. It had been almost a week since Sahra had left for Cairhien, and he missed her desperately. His hand rested on the handle as he wondered how long it would be before she returned. Would Cairma have already assigned him a new roommate?

 

They had both been shocked when she had given them that ultimatum, but the choice had been easy. If she chose Sana, living with her would be too hard, but if she didn't, neither of them would want to have to wait until after their training to be together. And since she would soon be rooming with Conor, it wouldn't be that hard to squirrel away a few hours to be alone.

 

A wave of exhaustion washed over him and, though he had slept away most of the day, all he wanted right now was the comfort of his bed... well, that and the comfort of Sahra's arms. But at least one of those could be had now.

 

Pushing the door open a little harder than he had meant to, he began to drag his body toward the bed, when he noticed the young woman lying on Sahra's bed. He froze in place, wobbling a bit on sore legs as he asked, "Who are you? And where are Sahra's things?" The knife in her fingers stopped twirling and he wondered for a moment if she was going to attack him. In the state he was in, he didn't know if he could fend her off.

 

Fior Canain,

Sore

The young man who staggered through the door looked like he'd been dragged through the yards under the hooves of a horse, and had barely survived. He gave her a look of surprise and then wariness. "Who are you? And where are Sahra's things?" The knife in her fingers stopped twirling and she wondered if he was alright. She cocked her head to one side, and smiled.

 

"I'm Jorality, but you can call me Jory if you like. As to Sahra, and her things, I cannot say. I was told to take this bed by Ginae. I'm new...just begun my training. Short blades, though I've been placed with Cairma. She's going to teach me to use the short swords." she smiled at him. Then she bounced up.

 

"Let me help you to your bed...I'm assuming you're to be my roommate." she asked, approaching him, then stopping a pace away, waiting for permission to assist him.

 

((OOC: Yes yes...I know it's Cairma, not Ciarma, but I was reeeeeally tired. I've been working ten days straight and overtime, so I think a spelling error isn't so bad....I only made one!))

He waved her assistance away with a charming smile.

 

"Help me tomorrow when I'll really need it. Today was only the beginning of this." He said with a sweeping gesture indicating his body.

 

He limped the rest of the way to his bed, wincing as he sat. "As for roommates, I suppose so. I knew that they were transfering Sahra, as per Cairma's orders, I just didn't expect it to be so soon." His face fell for a moment as he contemplated that.

 

"I suppose it never hurts to make new friends though." Extending a hand, he added with a smile, "I'm Fior."

 

Fior Canain

Jory shook the proffered hand firmly, but careful not to hurt him. She didn't know the extent of his injuries. Curious, she looked him over.

 

"By the light, man. Did you anger a sister, or was it your training master?" she grinned. The man definately looked worse for wear. She herself was still spring fresh from her little spat with Cairma earlier, though she was certain she'd look like garden mulch by the time the woman was done with her.

The laugh that burst from his lips echoed through the room, and he collapsed backwards onto the bed, his sides convulsing. His muscles screamed as the laughter tore through him, forcing his sore abs the convulse heavily.

 

He curled in pain and winced as his laughter dropped off. Forcing the pain to a corner of his mind as he had started to do yesterday, he looked up at Jorality from where he was laying on the bed.

 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He wheezed, his sides still shaking slightly. "You did say that Cairma was your mentor, right?" The questioning look he recieved served to redouble his laughter and he managed to squeeze out, "She's my mentor too." Trying to calm himself, he added, "She's the reason for all of this" he said gesturing back down at his body. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't so sure why he was laughing. Light, I hoped I haven't scared her.

 

Fior Canain

Bemused... not quite as good as Amused.

Jory's eyes widened slightly, then she hid a snort of laughter behind one hand. "Oh I AM in trouble then, aren't I? I feel I shall have to get very good at dodging."she stated, and crossed teh room to sit on he edge of her bed. "Though she be but little, she be fierce. She didn't seem half so scary when I met her as she does now. Is she all hard edges, or does our lady trainer have a soft spot for kitties or something?" she asked.

"I don't know about a soft spot for kittens. Though she does seem to have one for trouble makers.... mind you, she's also got quite the hard spot for them, if you catch my meaning." Fior looked around the room and sighed. It was going to be different without Sahra here to share the space. But he had a new roommate now, time to make the best of it.

 

"She's really not bad though. And she's the fairest mentor I've seen around here." With a small smirk he decided to throw her a test. He wanted to see if she would be any fun to have around. "So, you up for pulling a prank on someone?"

 

Fior Canain

Stupid

 

Ooc: It just came to me, PM me or message me when you get the chance and we'll work out what the prank is, and on who it shall be... preferably a character with a sense of humor. ^-