[h2]David O'Kendle[/h2]

David had only taken a swigs of his ale when his attention was caught by a young man that looked around his age. Though the young man looked maybe a bit more youthful than himself, not that he cared about looks, but the mans accent. He certainly wasn't born in the kingdom of Tur, this alone caused David to tilt his head slightly to the right before a small smirk played on his lips. "[color=0072bc]One could say that.[/color]" David said coolly but not in an unfriendly matter. Though he was taking many mental notes, he wasn't going to let that embarrassing moment happen again.

It was in that instant that a trio of young men, who were obviously triplets, had entered the pub patio and called to the man that sat across from him. [i][color=7ea7d8]Sabine, an interesting name[/color].[/i] David thought before he straightened slightly, as he was fully aware that he was under the triplets watchful gaze. Shifting in his seat slightly so that he was both facing Sabine and the trio, he then placed his right fist and placed it over his heart and bowed his head slightly. "[color=0072bc]David O'Kendle, my your sword arm be strong and your resolve stronger, Sabine and friends[/color]." He then sat straight his face kind though one can plainly see that he was a knight or at least one before taking the final vows.

[color=0072bc]"I take it that you all know each other."[/color] David said more as a statement and not so much as a question, as he wasn't dumb. He suddenly wondered then if this was their second or last time they could go through the Right. If it was their second there was a chance that he would train with them for one year before they are either chosen or go off to what ever they wanted to do. But if this was their last chance then this would be the last that he would see them. It felt a little odd being the new comer, as he was pledged to the Royal Knighthood since birth and thus was trained since he could hold a sword. So he was never ever really a new comer when he climbed the ranks in his training. But here it was different, as for the first time he felt out of his element. Maybe this was part of his knight training as it forced him to adapt, though a good training tool, David seriously doubted this was part of training.

"[color=0072bc]Pray tell, do you wish to be riders[/color]?" He asked before he took a swig from his drink. He wished to see if they were forced to be here like he was. Though Sabine obviously not being from Tur lead him to believe that they were probably given a choice. Was he the only one that had no desire to ride a great beast that could rip you from limb from limb and not think twice about it? Maybe he was.

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[h2]Brea Hadlin[/h2]

There were many courtyard and hidden places to hide and to practice alone, though Brea's favourite place wasn't the most private. It was a large semi-circle that was rimmed with large pillars and trees, some of which seemed to be growing around some of the pillars. There was another small semi-circle in the wall of pillars and trees, which held a large statue of a water dragon holding a water pot which was bubbling water into the onyx water basin. Vineous flowery plants grew around the statue, giving the the whole courtyard and magical garden feel. It was beautiful and a perfect for Brea to practice, though it wasn't far from the Village which meant others could hear her. And to top it off since it was on the edge of the Village it meant those with dragons could visit is as well. Not that she minded she didn't mind "performing" for others.

She took her place in the middle of the courtyard, there she stood silent for a minute. She closed her eyes slowly before slowly pulling out her short blade. It was a light blade with near perfect balance, the hilt of it fit near to perfect to her hand. As she opened her eyes she began to swing the blade in slow and slightly exaggerated movements. Slowly she bagan to move her body, pretending that she was fighting an opponate in slow motion. But a part of her hated practicing in silence, with a small smile she began to hum.

"[color=aba000]On the wind I hear you calling
From the ocean far away
Whispered as the light is falling
You gently call my name......"[/color] ([url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFzyU5bMPJI]Rest of song[/url])

The words of her song rang gently through the air, in an almost haunting magical way. She was often asked to sing at the Village pub at night as some entertainment. She didn't mind though, as after all some of her instructors pegged her as a bard, and thus trained her in some of the fine art of strealth. Plus who doesn't like some good music.

Still as her slightly haunting voice echoed through the air, her movements began to become more fluid and graceful. She moved as if she was dancing on air, light yet slow. She spun slowly, yet quick enough that her sleeve made a rippling sound in the air. She plunged her dagger into an invisible foe before falling backwards and rolling so that she was in a crouching position with her dagger outstretched and above her. She hummed the last of her song before standing and putting her blade away.

As she placed the blade back onto her hip, she felt her nerves begin to shake. This was her second chance at a dragon and she trained hard the past year, and she felt ready! Or at least she thought she did up until that moment. The Right was only a few hours away and she felt more nervous now than before. 

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