[CENTER][h1][color=BFF4BE]Ynga[/color][/h1][/CENTER]
[sub][right][color=silver][color=BFF4BE]Location[/color] — The Grand City of Atutania[/color][/right]
[right][color=silver][color=BFF4BE]Interacting[/color] — [@Yankee][/color][/right][/sub]
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[indent][color=silver]Oh. Oh goodness. It seemed as though the young man did not take her feedback as well as she had hoped.

That wasn't especially surprising, in hindsight; most people didn't like being reminded of their failures. Even Ynga sometimes struggled with the criticisms that accompanied a long day of training, of the ways she had failed to live up to her potential, or made a mistake that would have been costly on the actual battlefield. But she had been so excited by her new surroundings, by the trials themselves, that she forgot herself for a moment and offended the poor fellow. He didn't even want to be wind-buddies with her any longer.

... Not that he could be any magic buddy at all, though. That came as something of a shock to the little Nordavind. She had come south to learn sorcery firsthand from the Wardens. That initiates could apply for this organization of magical knight-heroes without having tapped into their wellspring of mana didn't make a lot of sense to her, in that context. Maybe there was an expedited way to awaken one's abilities in the trials? That would certainly be something worth learning; magic was a decisive force in combat, and the ability to produce more warriors who could call upon the elements would be a boon to any world power.

There were more pressing matters to attend to than geopolitical upheaval, though. The dark-skinned gentleman before her seemed rather cross with her assessment, demanding an explanation of her thoughts. Though she had all but wilted like a flower in the face of his earlier rejection, put on the spot as she was now, she danced back and forth from foot to foot, suddenly put on the spot. How was she supposed to phrase this? Grandfather would certainly know how to cut to the heart of the matter, but Ynga had always struggled to be as forthcoming as her patriarch. He had a habit of coming off as more cruel than he truly was.

[color=BFF4BE]"Well, it's just... spears are meant to be used from afar, right? But you never leveraged that advantage, not really, anyway. If you had focused on keeping your distance from him, he should have never had the opportunity to land a hit on you at all. And he landed quite a few hits on you, so..."[/color] She had to resist the urge to fiddle with her hands nervously, which just led to her holding her hands vaguely apart, fingers wiggling as she tried to explain as gently as she could, [color=BFF4BE]"Given the weapon he was using, letting him close on you like that was a sure-fire way to get bludgeoned, y'know... to death. The kicking was sorta neat, though! But I don't think you've got the right... ahm... build? To do much damage with just kicks. Not without magic, which you... you don't have. So..."[/color]

Looking away from the very, very interesting pebbles scattered across their field took a working of willpower, but when she did bring her eyes up to meet the young man's, she managed a sheepish smile beneath furrowed brows and sympathetic gaze. 

[color=BFF4BE]"You tried your best, though! And that's all that really matters, right?"[/color]
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