Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20140829223802/@comment-5583506-20140905030122

She reflected over every his every insult, but the one bothering her the most was the one where he had stated that her abilites lacked training. She wanted to hurt him so badly for that one. Her father had trained her day and night, never giving her a chance to just close her eyes for a couple of seconds before it was time for more training. Even though she had loved her father he had made life a living hell for her with all the training, since she was but a little girl.

Every mistake she had made had been punished accordingly with the regular daily training multiplied by her number of mistakes. In fact, he had trained her so hard it would have been more likely that the training would have killed him rather than Gregorius. Sometimes she wasn't allowed to do anything else, but to train for days in a row. She wasn't allowed to play or meet up with friends or anything. It was how she lost contact with anyone she would have considered a friend. And now she was alone... Hardened by her father's strict training rules.

Yet Jah'Rakhal had rendered all that hard time worthless in one single sentence and had simply spat her father's dedication right in her face.

You will pay for those words dearly one day...

(Off to bed!)