Long Byzantium coloured hair drifted in the gentle breeze as cold, distant eyes gazed out onto the surroundings of the school, mind lost in thought as the young woman felt a peculiar tug in the bottom of her stomach. This place… she had taken time away from it in her last semester, trying to get her head sorted out; trying to find herself… but now she was back. It was a peculiar feeling. One she wasn’t used to. The tall girl had been brought up by a warrior father, a man who desired for his children to grow up strong, just as he had. It struck the girl as strange that a man would force his oldest daughter to become the strongest fighter he had ever known, but hey, much stranger things have happen in other parts of the world, have they not? Perhaps it was his way of showing that he cared? Or perhaps he wanted to show her off to the world. After all, Cathal had never been a strong fighter physically and the fact that he had developed into his mother’s side of the family and the arts of magic had only spurred their father into pushing Veerle harder. Her little sister had been lucky to evade that upbringing. There were times Veerle envied her.
But this wasn’t really the time nor the place to reminisce about family life. Veerle had lost much in the time between the first semester and the second. Cathal was gone. Another reason she had taken time out. Not only had he just upped and vanished without notice… but Veerle had later discovered his body (or what was left out it) in a ravine, ravaged by his own magic. Her father had been right about one thing; Cathal had eventually been destroyed by his own power. It was this that made the warrior distrust the magic arts. They were so unpredictable and unstable…
This thought inevitably brought her mind back to the only reason she had returned to the school. Raistlin.
Veerle let out a dismissive laugh at the thought. How the fuck had a guy gotten past her barrier to the point that she couldn’t stop thinking about him? Men. The most untrustworthy creature out there and here she was constantly worrying about him and wondering what he was up to.
He intrigued her greatly, if truth be told. He was powerful, far beyond anything Cathal could have ever achieved. Naturally this made her fear that he might one day succumb to the same destructive forces, but she tried not to think about that too much. He also thirsted for power; perhaps not the same power she did but it was still power. She liked that. He was strong and the warrior in her could relate. Yet they were complete opposites in many ways. UGH. She scolded herself mentally for allowing her mind to drift into these dreams. That’s all they were. These feelings she felt for him. Hallucinations. They couldn’t be real. No person could care about another this way. It just wasn’t normal. She hated herself for it.
Brushing her dark purple hair away from her eyes, she stepped out of the shadows where she had been well hidden from view and strode purposefully towards the courtyard. It was time to make her presence known. Veerle had returned and not only had she retained her position on the Disciplinary Committee, but she had also been promoted up to take over Raistlin’s seat; yet another reason why she constantly thought about him. Damn guys.
Her new weapons (which she had spent time perfectly her ability to use) sat in hidden loops inside her yellow blazer. Veerle had sewn these loops into both her black and yellow blazer so she would always be able to keep her fans close at hand. As she walked, the girl looped her hair up into a bun and slip a pair of needle sharp sais in them as customized hairpins. Three small daggers followed. Happy with her hair and comfortable with the weapons she had within reach, Veerle slipped into the courtyard silently.
Seems she had just missed a some sort of confrontation between a red sect member and a certain black sect fighter. The fight had been cleared up in a matter of moments apparently and her eyes grazed over the students in the courtyard to land upon Delijah; a face she recognized and knew. The girl stood behind her was a stranger to Veerle, but she was aware of the new additions to the Disciplinary Committee. Perhaps this new face was one of them. She would find out later. For now… however, Veerle was far more interested in the Black Sect fighter who had been the target of the Red Sect member. She knew of him… hell, nearly every returning member should know of him. Traitors tend to stick in people’s minds, you see.
The lithe girl allowed the power to build in her legs, tapping into her passive abilities that bolster her skills. She then sprang up as if she had bounced off a springboard, pressed her foot against the wall and jumped again. Grabbing a hold of the edge of the roof, she pulled herself up onto it, sitting on the rim and dangling her legs over the side. ”Well well… look who came running back with his tail between his legs…” she tilted her head to one side to peer at him, stray fringe covering her right eye as her bloodthirsty left fixed upon Orion.
Slender fingers rested on either side of her as Veerle pulled her head back around and stared out over the courtyard. Betrayal. It was a weird thing wasn’t it? Doesn’t every living being betray another at some point? It’s human instinct, right? Oh to hell if she knew. She didn’t want to know. Nor did she really care to understand his intentions behind it. No. Veerle was only bothered in the trouble that his return might cause for her Committee. If he was going to be under the threat of a beating every which way he turned… she was going to have to do something about it. After all, the Disciplinary Committee couldn’t keep him under twenty four hour a day protection; and she didn’t think any of them would want to stake him out constantly either.
Her fingers tapped on the roofing gently. ”Why even bother coming back?” she asked, scarlet eyes darting from student to student as they prepared for their new semester at the academy. How simple it was for some students. Most of them would never understand the world. A lot of them would never understand the complications and pain of reality. She almost laughed. What was reality these days, anyway?
Standing, she turned to face Orion now, stray hair brushed from her face as a gust of wind breezed past. Her eyes displayed no emotion as she stared at him. He would give her his answer. Or she’d beat it out of him. Veerle had returned to the Academy and hell be damned if anyone tried to deny her the answers she demanded. She would get the details of everything that had happened in her absence one way or another. She needed to know exactly what had led up to the events that caused Raistlin to do what he did. Thinking about it… the damn mage that was constantly on her mind was next on her list to see. Though a part of her felt sick at the idea of seeing him again. Not that she didn’t want too… she did, maybe a little too much.
Arms folded over her chest. ”Care to explain?” hopefully they were high enough not to have students gawping. But there was always that offchance. Eh, Veerle didn’t care.
[[I’m sure you mentioned in the Discussion thread that he was on the roof, Shadow… so I’ve put her on the roof.
]]
But this wasn’t really the time nor the place to reminisce about family life. Veerle had lost much in the time between the first semester and the second. Cathal was gone. Another reason she had taken time out. Not only had he just upped and vanished without notice… but Veerle had later discovered his body (or what was left out it) in a ravine, ravaged by his own magic. Her father had been right about one thing; Cathal had eventually been destroyed by his own power. It was this that made the warrior distrust the magic arts. They were so unpredictable and unstable…
This thought inevitably brought her mind back to the only reason she had returned to the school. Raistlin.
Veerle let out a dismissive laugh at the thought. How the fuck had a guy gotten past her barrier to the point that she couldn’t stop thinking about him? Men. The most untrustworthy creature out there and here she was constantly worrying about him and wondering what he was up to.
He intrigued her greatly, if truth be told. He was powerful, far beyond anything Cathal could have ever achieved. Naturally this made her fear that he might one day succumb to the same destructive forces, but she tried not to think about that too much. He also thirsted for power; perhaps not the same power she did but it was still power. She liked that. He was strong and the warrior in her could relate. Yet they were complete opposites in many ways. UGH. She scolded herself mentally for allowing her mind to drift into these dreams. That’s all they were. These feelings she felt for him. Hallucinations. They couldn’t be real. No person could care about another this way. It just wasn’t normal. She hated herself for it.
Brushing her dark purple hair away from her eyes, she stepped out of the shadows where she had been well hidden from view and strode purposefully towards the courtyard. It was time to make her presence known. Veerle had returned and not only had she retained her position on the Disciplinary Committee, but she had also been promoted up to take over Raistlin’s seat; yet another reason why she constantly thought about him. Damn guys.
Her new weapons (which she had spent time perfectly her ability to use) sat in hidden loops inside her yellow blazer. Veerle had sewn these loops into both her black and yellow blazer so she would always be able to keep her fans close at hand. As she walked, the girl looped her hair up into a bun and slip a pair of needle sharp sais in them as customized hairpins. Three small daggers followed. Happy with her hair and comfortable with the weapons she had within reach, Veerle slipped into the courtyard silently.
Seems she had just missed a some sort of confrontation between a red sect member and a certain black sect fighter. The fight had been cleared up in a matter of moments apparently and her eyes grazed over the students in the courtyard to land upon Delijah; a face she recognized and knew. The girl stood behind her was a stranger to Veerle, but she was aware of the new additions to the Disciplinary Committee. Perhaps this new face was one of them. She would find out later. For now… however, Veerle was far more interested in the Black Sect fighter who had been the target of the Red Sect member. She knew of him… hell, nearly every returning member should know of him. Traitors tend to stick in people’s minds, you see.
The lithe girl allowed the power to build in her legs, tapping into her passive abilities that bolster her skills. She then sprang up as if she had bounced off a springboard, pressed her foot against the wall and jumped again. Grabbing a hold of the edge of the roof, she pulled herself up onto it, sitting on the rim and dangling her legs over the side. ”Well well… look who came running back with his tail between his legs…” she tilted her head to one side to peer at him, stray fringe covering her right eye as her bloodthirsty left fixed upon Orion.
Slender fingers rested on either side of her as Veerle pulled her head back around and stared out over the courtyard. Betrayal. It was a weird thing wasn’t it? Doesn’t every living being betray another at some point? It’s human instinct, right? Oh to hell if she knew. She didn’t want to know. Nor did she really care to understand his intentions behind it. No. Veerle was only bothered in the trouble that his return might cause for her Committee. If he was going to be under the threat of a beating every which way he turned… she was going to have to do something about it. After all, the Disciplinary Committee couldn’t keep him under twenty four hour a day protection; and she didn’t think any of them would want to stake him out constantly either.
Her fingers tapped on the roofing gently. ”Why even bother coming back?” she asked, scarlet eyes darting from student to student as they prepared for their new semester at the academy. How simple it was for some students. Most of them would never understand the world. A lot of them would never understand the complications and pain of reality. She almost laughed. What was reality these days, anyway?
Standing, she turned to face Orion now, stray hair brushed from her face as a gust of wind breezed past. Her eyes displayed no emotion as she stared at him. He would give her his answer. Or she’d beat it out of him. Veerle had returned to the Academy and hell be damned if anyone tried to deny her the answers she demanded. She would get the details of everything that had happened in her absence one way or another. She needed to know exactly what had led up to the events that caused Raistlin to do what he did. Thinking about it… the damn mage that was constantly on her mind was next on her list to see. Though a part of her felt sick at the idea of seeing him again. Not that she didn’t want too… she did, maybe a little too much.
Arms folded over her chest. ”Care to explain?” hopefully they were high enough not to have students gawping. But there was always that offchance. Eh, Veerle didn’t care.
[[I’m sure you mentioned in the Discussion thread that he was on the roof, Shadow… so I’ve put her on the roof.
]]
