Evalyn's morning had begun as every morning did. She rose at the crack of dawn, washed herself with a basin of water collected before sleep, then she clothed herself: today choosing a set of soft cotton underclothes, a similarly light doublet, a leather jerkin, a form-fitting set of leather trousers and some worn boots.

Evalyn had long since abandoned the finery that came with her former status. Yet she would never admit to missing the pleasures that came with those fineries. To do so was, at least in her mind, to admit her father was in some ways correct. Her pride would not allow such a step back; Evalyn only accepted steps forward.

Her morning routine continued after she dressed, and soon Evalyn was walking through The Silver leaf compound, spear resting point-up on her shoulder. She had heard a few rumours surrounding herself in the months she'd been a part of the company of the Silver Leaves. Most seemed to revolve around the strange circumstances of her joining the company: It was more common for people to seek membership amongst the elite guild, so when one of the company's more well-known instructors strolls back with a woman in tow, people took notice.

Today, it seemed, Evalyn met very few people with an interest in the Luni and even fewer that she was interested in. She had decided to perform her morning practice in a private spot near the edge of the compound.

After a few minutes of walking, Evalyn found her spot: a small clearing underneath an old birch tree. Underneath the shaded spot, the Luni sat down cross-legged and lay her spear across her lap, where she closed her eyes and began to focus.

After ten seconds of concentration, a figure shimmered into being opposite her. The being was a beautiful Luni woman...in fact, she was the [i]same[/i] beautiful Luni who sat cross legged under the birch tree.

Despite the illusion mirroring her position opposite her, Evalyn did not move. Concentration remained etched onto her face as, fifteen seconds later, a second copy of the Luni spearman shimmered into being, followed by a third illusion in the following twenty seconds.

The small company of four identical spear wielding women rose at the same time, gripping their spears in the right hand. Each entered a different stance, spear pointed down, and ready to strike. Suddenly, the original elf surged forward, charging at the greatest sparring partners she could readily find...herself.

Thirty minutes later, Evalyn made her way into the officer's halls, and rapped her knuckle against the wood of the door she knew to belong to Isabella. The Elf had a good relationship with the Instructor, as the woman had once saved Evalyn's life. If nothing else, Isabella was the closest thing that Evalyn had to a mentor and, perhaps more secretly, an accolade to work towards

"Isabella, I would very much like a word."

Isabella was a statuesque woman. Her body was that of a warrior in her absolute prime. She was studying something when the knock on the door brought her attention away from the books. She pushed back from the table and rose to her feet. Ah, it was Evalyn. The woman was a straightforward sort, even if her magic wasn't. A bit haughty, yes, very sure of herself to be certain. But none the less reliable and focused: A good student too. All she needed was to learn to fight a bit dirtier, in Isabella's opinion. the whip wrapped like an ornament around her shoulder, its spine-like, metal scales rested perfectly against one another. It looked like a part of her armor where it lay.

"How can I help you? And I do believe it is Instructor Isabella, is it not?" She mused.

Evalyn winced when the warrior woman corrected her. It was correct and proper for Evalyn to refer to Isabella as instructor, so she dipped her head in a formal apology to the higher ranking woman. "My apology, Instructor Isabella. I was hoping to get some advice from you today." 

Glancing into Isabella's room, Evalyn tried to gleam into the instructor's room, so as to better understand her. She had shared a large amount of her 10 years of travelling alone with the instructor, only leaving out the more intimate details, or the mention of her identity prior to her travels.

Yet Isabella had listened much more than she spoke.

"I was hoping you would tell me how best to deal with the induction today. I am not foolish enough to be unaware of my faults, so how would you advise I go about dealing with...interacting with my fellows?"

The instructor laughed, it was a rather pleasant sound she had been told. It was not in mockery, but of surprise. Surprise at the concern of her stern, very resilient student. Surprise at the glimpse of her true self she guarded so protectively. "Yes. Yes, indeed. How do you talk to them? Well. I'll let you in on a secret: There is trouble looming on the horizon, and I am sure you'll find yourself with ample time of figuring it out. For now, I suggest addressing them as you would me, sans titles of course. Oh, and if you run into the Tindra. Do not accept an invitation to spar, the boy likes to cop a feel every chance he gets." She said with a smirk. "That and if you hurt him too badly, his friend tends to bite. Throat and all." She watched her reactions, amused to no end. She was terrible, she knew. But Evalyn could use a little humor, however dark, in her life.

The thought of treating unknown, untested strangers as her equals left Evalyn with a little wrinkling of the nose, as if the idea were immensely unappealing. Still, she had come here, asking for advice and she knew that each member of the company, recruit or not, had done something to earn their place.

It was Isabella's joke that caught her interest. Something about a Tindra who liked to 'cop a feel.' The Luni smirked at the thought, prompting a strange look from the Instructor. "The Tindra can try and challenge me, if he likes. The only thing he will 'feel' of mine is my spear." She seemed to ignore the comment about the feral accomplice of the Tindra, seemingly missing either the mirth or the threat in the statement.

"I thank you for the help, instructor. I will do my best to be...respectful."

"You will, because you are amongst equals here. Well, some of them." Isabella chuckled, and turned back to her papers. "Oh." She raised her hand "And good luck."

Evalyn only bows her head again in response to Isabella's words, then turned to leave the mentor to her work. In truth, her practice and the following conversation had left her feeling hungry. She quickly decided to make her next destination the Mess hall.

In short time, Evalyn had made her way to the mess hall and she was quick to join the back of the food queue, her spear held against her side, tip pointed to floor. She took a moment to glance at all the many tables and the occupants that sat at them. None of them were free, meaning Evalyn would be forced to...socialise.

A few moments later, Evalyn had a plate of food in one hand and she was forced to pause and consider her seat. Eventually, she settled on the table of the Tindra, a Wild-elf, a pair of dwarves and a few humans. There were two main reasons for the choice: one being the Tindra, who she expected to be the same that Isabella had intentionally told her to avoid sparring with; and the other was the Wild-elf. Evelyn was reminded of her time among in the Wild-hari village, and the good memories that came with it.

Pulling up a chair, Evalyn parked her plate of food on the edge on the table. She picked idly at a bunch of grapes, before offering a curt "Hello." to the gathered individuals: deciding to air on the side of caution, when it came to saying things that might cause offence. Her mouth may have said little, but her eyes were judging the five people. She found the two dwarves wanting, but her eyes dwelled longer on the Tindra and the Wild-hari. Even the human had an air of interest about her, although it was less the sight of her that caused interest, but the strange aura she seemed to radiate.