[ It's not too late when Yulia gets to her phone. Evenings, after all, meant even more training for her. The text reminds her of the afternoon she received the knives. It was... overwhelming. And then awkward. Still, the knives were beautiful, and she's been using them in training.
She presses send with a smile on her face; ]
SENT: 10:32 PM The knives are exceptionally sharp, Inquisitor Dierdra. I cannot thank you enough.
[ Deirdra's phone buzzes as she's settled in her armchair, reading up on a file for an upcoming mission with a bottle of wine in her other hand.
...Yes, bottle because she roll dat way. She puts down the file and reads the text. A slight smile graces her face. Not a lot of people catch her eyes when it comes to combat. ]
SENT: 10:35 PM Again, it is not a problem. As sad as it is, I have no use for them anymore. I'd like to think that I entrusted them to someone who could do them justice.
[ Guess I shouldn't pressure her that much.
She promptly sends a follow-up to that: ]
SENT: 10:36 PM Calintz Duskrider was my mentor. Those were a gift from him during my initiation. They served my blade and I well, and I also hope they do the same for you. Those have ripped through almost every form of matter and skin. I believe we share this interest.
[ Takes a swig from the bottle of wine as her mind goes back to the good old Wolf's Choice days. ]
[ Yulia, at this point, is winding down. Instead of King's Rest, though, she's in her quarters with a pack of cigarettes and some leftover vodka. ]
SENT: 10:36 PM I will try to not disappoint.
[ Funny how things work, really. She reads the second text, and types a quick reply. ]
SENT: 10:37 PM Calintz Duskrider Measured me during initiation. I will take good care of these knives, for both of you.
[ "It's not always about winning," he told her during the Measuring. She was too stubborn at the time, but she was beginning to understand what he meant, now. At least, she'd like to think of it that way. ]
[ At least she's learning to care about what people think. Again, she reminds me so much of her younger years. ]
SENT: 10:40 PM A fighter of your caliber and your age, I'm sure you won't. Hopefully... You take care of your blade, as well. It's all about having each other's backs.
[ And she thinks fondly of Wolf's Choice and how much they've grown in all the best ways. And also how much they've grown apart. She takes a big gulp of wine. This thought stings Deirdra, but she will never let anyone see through her enough to realize that. ]
It's funny how good fighters think they can handle it on their own. Think about what I said. I hope you find it in you to let go of the past if it weighs you down.
[ Oh, mother. ]
SENT: 10:43 PM Maybe we can drink and spar soon, in no particular order.
[ She'll definitely wait not-so patiently for their schedules to align for their sparring session. She isn't lying when she told Dierdra that she looked forward to it. Any chance to spar and learn from others was always welcome. She was going to be the best, after all. And by being that, she could better protect her Blade. ]
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After a pause, she sends a text over to Ms. Bostova. ]
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She presses send with a smile on her face; ]
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...Yes, bottle because she roll dat way. She puts down the file and reads the text. A slight smile graces her face. Not a lot of people catch her eyes when it comes to combat. ]
[ Guess I shouldn't pressure her that much.
She promptly sends a follow-up to that: ]
[ Takes a swig from the bottle of wine as her mind goes back to the good old Wolf's Choice days. ]
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[ Funny how things work, really. She reads the second text, and types a quick reply. ]
[ "It's not always about winning," he told her during the Measuring. She was too stubborn at the time, but she was beginning to understand what he meant, now. At least, she'd like to think of it that way. ]
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[ And she thinks fondly of Wolf's Choice and how much they've grown in all the best ways. And also how much they've grown apart. She takes a big gulp of wine. This thought stings Deirdra, but she will never let anyone see through her enough to realize that. ]
[ Oh, mother. ]
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[ She'll definitely wait
not-sopatiently for their schedules to align for their sparring session. She isn't lying when she told Dierdra that she looked forward to it. Any chance to spar and learn from others was always welcome. She was going to be the best, after all. And by being that, she could better protect her Blade. ]