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“Come on, old man..!”
A lot of things had changed over the last few months. To say that Saffron’s life had been eventful was putting it mildly, though much of her recent drama was more second hand than directly her own. It had been close to half a year since she and Senna had confronted their “father” – who had not denied the heinous acts he’d been accused of. Saffron did her best not to think of him at this point. In truth, she really didn’t know what to do with Mitchel. As much as she wanted to write him off and cut him out of her life for good – and she really, truly wanted to – something about it all still didn’t really sit right with her. The facts were there, but it still felt like she was missing a part of the puzzle.
Unfortunately, her more rational side was more often than not drowned out by her anger over the knowledge that he had kidnapped both of the girls and stolen them away from their home, and their real parents. Mitchel had raised them well enough, sure. They’d never lacked for love. But the truth of what had happened had tainted those memories, and like many other things in her life she was still sorting through how she felt about it and what she wanted to do. Senna had yet to take the time to go meet their parents herself, mostly because she was too focused on school, but her summer break was quickly approaching and the younger sibling had recently expressed that she was ready to do so whenever the opportunity arose. And of course Katla and Viggo were all too eager to oblige.
If only that had been the sole source of tension in her life.
Xavier was still firmly in jail, his trail having come and gone. He’d revealed some shocking things, and while there was a plan in place to get more information from him eventually, no action had been taken yet. Saffron had done a fabulous job convincing herself that she was happy enough to leave her former lover to sit in jail with the misery and loneliness that he’d created, the truth of her conflicting feelings only showing its ugly face in the dark solitude of night when she was left alone with her thoughts for far too long. The blonde wanted answers as much as the rest of her friends did, and she intended on being present to get them, even if it meant having to interact with the disgraced Rhaegarian one more time. Then she could leave Xavier in her past once and for all.
The latest spectacle, of course, had been Vandrad’s successful attempt at circumventing the normal requirements of the Ark to steal a rather large portion of Faera’s power. It had been frustrating to watch at best, harrowing at worst, but the king had come out victorious on the other side and in the process Ruman and Izrael had done a rather adept job at proving their loyalty to Mythal and to their desire to prevent Faera from causing further destruction. Once he’d recovered, Saffron had been more excited, of course. Her mentor had displayed an awesome new power, and she was eager to see what changes Ryori had planned for training now that the king had something more definitive to work with.
Naturally, she and Vandrad both were beyond exasperated to learn that the primary focus of her training was still focused on meditation more than anything else. Saffron had to admit that it was helping. She had never felt so in tune with her magic, and she felt like she was making real progress on being able to listen to the Weave more consistently, which in turn was heightening her magical capabilities. But meditation was just so insufferably boring. Saffron earnestly hated every moment of it, and she knew that Vandrad wasn’t thrilled about it either. And that wasn’t even mentioning Cedric, who so far was showing the least amount of progress. He was gaining more control over his magic, certainly, but so far he had yet to establish any connection with the Weave and while he didn’t say as much, Saffron knew it frustrated him.
The process of meditation didn’t really have the same sense of satisfaction that they had gotten used to with their more traditional training, so Saffron and Vandrad had gotten into the habit of still working out on their own outside of their sessions with Ryori and Victoria. Currently, the pair was making use of the training room in the guild, the pair engaged in a friendly spar at low power so they wouldn’t destroy the place by accident. Saffron was garbed in a simple workout outfit of comfortable leggings and a sports bra, her feet shuffling rhythmically against the padded floor as she kept herself moving. She’d just landed a successful series of blows against him, and in her typical fashion had chosen to tease him. “Is that all you got for me? I think all that meditation and sitting your ass in that throne is making you rusty.” She flashed him a cheeky grin.
A lot of things had changed over the last few months. To say that Saffron’s life had been eventful was putting it mildly, though much of her recent drama was more second hand than directly her own. It had been close to half a year since she and Senna had confronted their “father” – who had not denied the heinous acts he’d been accused of. Saffron did her best not to think of him at this point. In truth, she really didn’t know what to do with Mitchel. As much as she wanted to write him off and cut him out of her life for good – and she really, truly wanted to – something about it all still didn’t really sit right with her. The facts were there, but it still felt like she was missing a part of the puzzle.
Unfortunately, her more rational side was more often than not drowned out by her anger over the knowledge that he had kidnapped both of the girls and stolen them away from their home, and their real parents. Mitchel had raised them well enough, sure. They’d never lacked for love. But the truth of what had happened had tainted those memories, and like many other things in her life she was still sorting through how she felt about it and what she wanted to do. Senna had yet to take the time to go meet their parents herself, mostly because she was too focused on school, but her summer break was quickly approaching and the younger sibling had recently expressed that she was ready to do so whenever the opportunity arose. And of course Katla and Viggo were all too eager to oblige.
If only that had been the sole source of tension in her life.
Xavier was still firmly in jail, his trail having come and gone. He’d revealed some shocking things, and while there was a plan in place to get more information from him eventually, no action had been taken yet. Saffron had done a fabulous job convincing herself that she was happy enough to leave her former lover to sit in jail with the misery and loneliness that he’d created, the truth of her conflicting feelings only showing its ugly face in the dark solitude of night when she was left alone with her thoughts for far too long. The blonde wanted answers as much as the rest of her friends did, and she intended on being present to get them, even if it meant having to interact with the disgraced Rhaegarian one more time. Then she could leave Xavier in her past once and for all.
The latest spectacle, of course, had been Vandrad’s successful attempt at circumventing the normal requirements of the Ark to steal a rather large portion of Faera’s power. It had been frustrating to watch at best, harrowing at worst, but the king had come out victorious on the other side and in the process Ruman and Izrael had done a rather adept job at proving their loyalty to Mythal and to their desire to prevent Faera from causing further destruction. Once he’d recovered, Saffron had been more excited, of course. Her mentor had displayed an awesome new power, and she was eager to see what changes Ryori had planned for training now that the king had something more definitive to work with.
Naturally, she and Vandrad both were beyond exasperated to learn that the primary focus of her training was still focused on meditation more than anything else. Saffron had to admit that it was helping. She had never felt so in tune with her magic, and she felt like she was making real progress on being able to listen to the Weave more consistently, which in turn was heightening her magical capabilities. But meditation was just so insufferably boring. Saffron earnestly hated every moment of it, and she knew that Vandrad wasn’t thrilled about it either. And that wasn’t even mentioning Cedric, who so far was showing the least amount of progress. He was gaining more control over his magic, certainly, but so far he had yet to establish any connection with the Weave and while he didn’t say as much, Saffron knew it frustrated him.
The process of meditation didn’t really have the same sense of satisfaction that they had gotten used to with their more traditional training, so Saffron and Vandrad had gotten into the habit of still working out on their own outside of their sessions with Ryori and Victoria. Currently, the pair was making use of the training room in the guild, the pair engaged in a friendly spar at low power so they wouldn’t destroy the place by accident. Saffron was garbed in a simple workout outfit of comfortable leggings and a sports bra, her feet shuffling rhythmically against the padded floor as she kept herself moving. She’d just landed a successful series of blows against him, and in her typical fashion had chosen to tease him. “Is that all you got for me? I think all that meditation and sitting your ass in that throne is making you rusty.” She flashed him a cheeky grin.
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