Dav could appreciate a class that focused on practical application instead of reading all day through a book. It was, after all, how Arcanos taught his lessons. In addition to learning a new use of the Force, Arcanos was secretly appraising the teacher and so far Iymril was doing well. Dav was lost in thought when the focused turned to pairing up. He couldn’t suppress the grimace, but he wouldn’t complain. He simply had to remember to control his own offense use of the Force to keep it within the constraints of what an acolyte could do.
He remained silent as the other students began to pair up, surprised when someone approached him. He almost considered saying no, but in truth he actually did want to practice this. Dav surveyed the Pureblood for a moment. Her accent was like nails on a chalkboard, but she came across intelligent enough.
“Dav,” He said simply, stepping up to walk to a corner of the room that allowed them some space. His gaze fell to her disproportionate amount of digits on her hands. Odd. She must have hailed from some form of royalty somewhere, but he rarely saw uneven digits like that.
“I’m ready, try your best,” He said with a teasing smirk as he prepared to deflect the attack back. Should he pretend to get hit the first time to sell his role? Or would that just be counterproductive?
@René @Apollyon
