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[u][b]Ominar - The Spire: Office of Ais[/b][/u]

Nasargiel entered the office of Aismael Vea-Vartari, it was an office that did not ooze the feeling of cozy, it more or less appeared to be a place of purpose rather than luxury. A room that every bit of its design was for functionality versus aesthetics, a trait that Aismael Vea-Vartari didn't quite follow, she had beauty, purpose, and functionality. Traits that earned her respect in all corners of both realms that the Prae ruled over. Upon placing his feet into the room of his Exeo, he slowed his breathing and lightened his step. These were his attempts to keep the peace of the room intact, his movement wasn't strong, but graceful, a tone Nasargiel needed to set when approaching his Exeo, showing her submissiveness in this particular situation. A loyal dog, servant, soldier, it was Nasargiel's role to understand and appreciate, a key piece he had hoped, in her endeavors to continue a strong reign. Reaching what Nasargiel considered a respectable distance, his feet lightly planted themselves to the pristine kept floor. His chin was up, chest big, and hands to his side, bowing before his Exeo with bent hips forward, with his coat draping down his back and sides. A respectful gesture that had been embedded in him for years by his parents.

[u][b]Priscus - Vale: Before Present Day[/b][/u]

"1! 2! 3!, AGAIN!, 1! 2! 3!, AGAIN!" Nasargiel's father continued to strike as he parried, blocked, moved, and rolled in and out of position. Nasargiel's hands gripped tight to his training sword, another swing coming at his cheek from his left, ducking instinctively and cutting up with his own weapon to his father's chin. Before his weapon could meet his father's face, his father continued the momentum of his swing from right to left and allowed the weight of his swing and sword to carry him in a circular path. His right foot would slide with his body and step a few hairs back which would have Nasargiel's weapon's tip just miss the hairs on the back of his father's head. His father would make a complete 360 degree turn, transfer his double handed swing into a one handed allowing his left hand to finish the turn and smack Nasargiel in the side of the ankle, sweeping both legs with the training sword, Nasargiel would fall to his side and his father grabbed the sword with both hands now to his left side, raise it, and drop it just inches from Nasargiel's neck. 

"Once again, you must think 3 steps ahead...or your opponent will always be 2 ahead of you." His father's tone did not portray a disappointed man, but one that was a little upset at the outcome. Nasargiel looked at his father, raised his eye brow, and then looked at his father's foot. His father looked down and felt a tight grip around his ankle. His father looked at Nasargiel once more and smiled, Nasargiel applied his telekenesis which sent his father backward, losing his training sword in the process. Nasargiel quickly recovering, reached his feet and held tight to his training weapon.

"Boys!" A familiar voice snapped in both Nasargiel's and his father's head. The two "boys" looked at each other and laughed for a second acknowledging that it was the queen bee of their trio. Nasargiel's mother, and she was ready for the two to come home. When they arrived home, Nasargiel walked in and passed over to the food that had been sitting on the table, of course it was very quickly reminded to him by his father of how rude he just acted, "Is that how you would act toward others? Your mother spent all day preparing and you walk by her without any acknowledgement...disrespect is what you are employing?"

Nasargiel was quick to try and fix what disrespect he had caused, "I am sorry, I just saw the food and..." No excuses, no second changes, that was how his father saw it, and he saw no use but to rectify and face consequences. Nasargiel walked in front of his mother, stood tall, chest out, chin up, and hands by his side. He bowed to her as he would his Exeo when he grew older. 

"May you find my actions as mistake and not direct, my apologies, mother." Still holding his head high while his hips bent forward, it was not shameful to accept your actions as mistake and he knew if he put his head down, it would be as if he was embarrassed by his actions versus understanding them.

"Sit my child, eat, but remember that respect, loyalty, and understanding, this is what will keep you distant from those who succeed and those who fail." His mother said gently as her palm rested on Nasargiel's head. 

[u][b]Ominar - The Spire: Aismael's Office[/b][/u]

Nasargiel raised his body upward, he was before the Exeo, attentive, ready, and addressed his Exeo as best as he knew how, “My grace, Exeo Aismael Vea-vartari, bid your will, so that I may grant it so."