Morning Rituals

[Rhona Hall]

Another day and another routine pounded into her memory. Oh how she ritually would devote her self to her practice and forms before the start of a new day and a new term at Cabal.

She had her hair bound tight in a tail and the sun felt warm on every inch of skin exposed. 

[Cillian McWolfe]

Cillian was back at Cabal after the events of the festivities gone awry. His injuries were healing nicely, faster than he would have expected. But Cabal was home of some gifted healers, for that he was lucky. The warm sun overhead felt good as he stretched and moved through various sword forms and stances with his blade. His torso wrapped tightly with bandages, but despite that, he was feeling some of the stiffness fade away. This was, in his mind a fair compromise to not overdoing things and keeping in practice.

[Rhona Hall]

Rhona would almost hear a hum from the wind being sliced by Cillian's blades not far from herself. Her own knee was bandaged as it was sprained pretty bad in the explosion tho she could hardly stand still and wait for the ache and stiffness go away after what healing could be done. Sitting in bed was certainly not her strong suit.

"From where do you hail that you swing a blade, like so?" She would continue through her own forms. A Brawler through and through hardly using weapons but none the less wishing to be just as dangerous.

[Cillian McWolfe]

He would stop what he was doing, wiping the sweat from his brow as he turned to face the woman who was approaching him. A quick grin flashing across his lips as he brought his free hand up to his heart offering her a bow.

"I hail from the East. Though now I am residing here at Cabal. President Asiv was gracious enough to accept me within his ranks."

[Rhona Hall]

"He is pretty generous. I hail from the mountains, the land where Gods rest and watch. Allowing us to train here as well is all in good peace." She would agree.

"Were you at the festival?" she would ask.

[Cillian McWolfe]

"Ah I see."

The smile dampened when she mentioned where she was from, but he tried not to let it get to him overly much. He did not wish to be rude. "I was at the ball, yes. It's terrible what happened, and the devastation which was wrought both at the Hall and across the whole city. A tragedy all around."

His side throbbed just thinking about it.

"I am sorry, I have not gotten your name. Please forgive my rudeness."

[Rhona Hall]

"Oh... no, I've seemed to have forgotten to introduce myself right off the bat as per my custom. I am Rhona, Rhona Hall." She would walk over and extend a hand as per her usual greeting.

"It was, the people out in the streets just went berserk and there were so many of them... many of us had to fend for ourselves but it was no easy task. By the end of it, it was hard to tell what damage wasn't done or how many people were actually alive." She resumed her stance. "I'd like to get my hands on whoever started that and make them look like the damage they caused in equal measure."

[Cillian McWolfe]

He'd take her hand in his gently bringing it up and pressing his lips against it with another bow.

"A pleasure. Cillian McWolfe at your service. But you may simply call me Cillian if it pleases you."

He'd release her hand as she told her tale, listening with a small frown marked by the thinning of his lips.

"A harrowing tale. It is fortunate that you are here and nearly unharmed. A blessing."

[Rhona Hall]

What a softy kissing her hand like she was a lady equivalent to her mother. She wouldn't help but be slightly warmed by the gesture. Yet there was no shortage of strangeness to it for her as she was no much of a lady and certainly not. Still, he seemed to have no bias to her and how she was to treat her any differently than a lady of status, a certain amount of cleanliness, and dainty. He would gain respect for such things from her.

"I took cover under a fallen wall... frankly it might have crushed most people. It nearly flattened me... Cabal has good healers or I would probably be stuck in a bed for a good while. My legs were twisted pretty bad." she shrugged while looking at her wrapped knee. other than the bruises and cuts that was the worst of it. "You looked like you were in the middle of the worst of it, you are nearly covered in wrappings..." An observation she would think could lead him into more of the conversation.

[Cillian McWolfe]

"Yes." He'd say with a small, embarrassed chuckle.

"I was near when who I can only assume was the ringleader attempted to attack and strike down the leaders of two of the big four. I was foolhardy enough to attempt to intervene."

[Rhona Hall]

"Oh, so you were amongst those in the actual source of it all. Still the peace remains as long as the big 4 do... I'd say you did something heroic, foolhardy or otherwise." She gave the compliment with a strong grin.

[Cillian McWolfe]

"Probably just foolish, but the kind words are appreciated, Miss Hall. It is hard not to feel like I could have done more. But living in the past does little to move us to the future."

[Rhona Hall]

"That couldn't be truer." she threw fist after fist suddenly realizing her hypocritical agreement. Her Parents death still fresh in her mind she wanted revenge and clung to that hard to motivate herself through this life. "Still we would do well to not forget the past so that the future doesn't repeat itself... I know that's obvious but Its something I can take to heart and fight for."

[Cillian McWolfe]

"I agree that we should not forget the past. But there is a fine line between remembering and letting the past guide you and letting it control you. I try to let myself remain free. But it's hard, and I know I stumble for time to time."

[Rhona Hall]

"When you do stumble... How do you recover?" she would ask her expression became that of a serious one. Fully willing to hear his advice.