[center][h3]Fenne[/h3]
[@Sarcelle Renard][/center]

As luck would have it, mere moments after Fenne's 'accident' with the tent, some red-haired bozo rounded the bend and stumbled onto the scene. Though the recognized the wyvern rider on sight, his name did not immediately pop into her head, and her focus split between struggling to remember it and hoping that he wouldn't bother her as he approached. [i]Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it,[/i] she urged as he strolled by. His pace convinced her otherwise, however, moments before he turned those mischievous, amber eyes of his on her and started talking.

Fenne could not say she liked the guy. His smug aura mocked her, and either due to his gear or proportions his torso appeared overlong but almost girlishly narrow toward the waist, and that put her off, too. That said, his joke, however unfunny, did not annoy her, and after being treated to a friendly smile she found herself rolling her eyes. [color=FF2400]“Hah hah hah,”[/color] she fake-laughed, crossing her arms. [color=FF2400]”If you've got the free time to putz around, why don't you get the blood pumping instead? I was just about to go on a push-run in a big circle 'round the camp.”[/color] A derisive grin appeared on her face. [color=FF2400]“Maybe if you make something of yourself you'll be worth fighting.”[/color]

[i]Kieran.[/i] That was his name. While Fenne never took the time to get to know this soldier in particular -partially because she was almost as new here as he- a single characteristic served to identify him in her eyes: as of this day, she had not seen fit to test his mettle. Many people, many warriors even, fell into that category, since Fenne did not care to learn what every random mercenary stood for on the off-chance that their principles bore harder scrutiny. Still, she didn't mind going a few rounds with any of them who met her standards. If Kieran decided to join her exercise, such information might happen to come to light through casual chitchat, hence why she extended him the invitation. After all, that fancy armor of his surely belied a more sophisticated background than the typical army brute.