Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20140829223802/@comment-5583506-20140830000819

After her daily training session she grabbed something to drink from a nearby table. She was sweating and her blood was boiling within her veins.

This was good practice.

A nervous voice came from behind her. "Uhm... Excuse me? Lady Kashmira?"

"What?!" she growled irritated. There was nothing she despised more than people disturbing her "private time".

The young Breton apprentice jumped a step back as if she had tried to bite him. "S-sorry! I... I didn't mean to offend you in anyway, it's just that I don't know where my training sessions are supposed to be."

She sighed and pinched her sellion. "Kashmira is sorry, kid. It's Marik, right? Look, this one is no Master and therefore Khajiit doesn't really have any obligation or right to train apprentices. So why don't you check with some of the Masters instead?"

He nodded and then shied away. She shook her head. She had once applied to become a Master in order to teach apprentices, but she had been dismissed. They had told her that she wasn't skillful enough, but she knew better. She knew that the real reason was because she was her father's daughter. Who would ever let Rashka the Turncloak's daughter become a Master?