Ashan 119, Arc 720
“I will be gone for approximately the next two and a half breaks”, the Mortalborn informed his human servant Elias that was just standing in the sizeable kitchen of his apartment, cleaning the pots and pans that he had used to cook lunch a little earlier (chicken filled with various mushrooms, roasted potatoes, a side of vegetables and a salad, among other things). “I will be practicing Menochoros with Lida’via”, he explained upon seeing the questioning look on the other man’s face.
A couple of trials earlier, he had first met the Sev’ryn woman at the Fitness Centre where he regularly went to practice with the longsword. As his preferred sparring partner had not immediately been available, he had watched one of the ongoing training sessions – a class on Menochoros, an unarmed combat style that had gained popularity in recent decades and that relied on discipline and meditation – which was something that had appealed to him as it was similar to the philosophy that he had adopted over the centuries when it came to combat.
For that reason, he had decided to sign up for a private lesson.
“I wish you good luck, sir”, Elias told him in a polite tone of voice and smiled slightly. The Mortalborn inclined his head, thus letting the mortal know that he appreciated his words, before he bade him farewell and made his way into the hallway in order to put on his coat, a black wool coat that was trimmed with silver fur and took the bag with the clothes that he would change into once he had arrived at the Fitness Centre (the fine suit that he wore was hardly the appropriate outfit to engage in physical activities in).
A bit later, he stepped out of the Obsidian Prism and onto the snow-covered streets of Viden. It was … it was not as cold as he had expected it to be, not as cold as he remembered it being around the same time the arc before. The temperatures were still somewhat below the freezing point, and it was snowing lightly, but for the first time, it felt as if spring might be just around the corner, just a handful of seven-trials away. It was such a peculiar sensation … something that didn’t feel quite right, something that worried him slightly …
He raised his head towards the sky for a moment, furrowing his brow, before he moved on, quickening his pace, only stopping occasionally when he passed someone that he knew by in order to greet them. Before long, he stood in front of the entrance to the Fitness Centre, stomped his boots a couple of times in order not to drag any snow into the building and finally entered in order to approach the desk behind which Ashton Reed, the receptionist sat in order to find out where exactly the class would take place.
“I will be gone for approximately the next two and a half breaks”, the Mortalborn informed his human servant Elias that was just standing in the sizeable kitchen of his apartment, cleaning the pots and pans that he had used to cook lunch a little earlier (chicken filled with various mushrooms, roasted potatoes, a side of vegetables and a salad, among other things). “I will be practicing Menochoros with Lida’via”, he explained upon seeing the questioning look on the other man’s face.
A couple of trials earlier, he had first met the Sev’ryn woman at the Fitness Centre where he regularly went to practice with the longsword. As his preferred sparring partner had not immediately been available, he had watched one of the ongoing training sessions – a class on Menochoros, an unarmed combat style that had gained popularity in recent decades and that relied on discipline and meditation – which was something that had appealed to him as it was similar to the philosophy that he had adopted over the centuries when it came to combat.
For that reason, he had decided to sign up for a private lesson.
“I wish you good luck, sir”, Elias told him in a polite tone of voice and smiled slightly. The Mortalborn inclined his head, thus letting the mortal know that he appreciated his words, before he bade him farewell and made his way into the hallway in order to put on his coat, a black wool coat that was trimmed with silver fur and took the bag with the clothes that he would change into once he had arrived at the Fitness Centre (the fine suit that he wore was hardly the appropriate outfit to engage in physical activities in).
A bit later, he stepped out of the Obsidian Prism and onto the snow-covered streets of Viden. It was … it was not as cold as he had expected it to be, not as cold as he remembered it being around the same time the arc before. The temperatures were still somewhat below the freezing point, and it was snowing lightly, but for the first time, it felt as if spring might be just around the corner, just a handful of seven-trials away. It was such a peculiar sensation … something that didn’t feel quite right, something that worried him slightly …
He raised his head towards the sky for a moment, furrowing his brow, before he moved on, quickening his pace, only stopping occasionally when he passed someone that he knew by in order to greet them. Before long, he stood in front of the entrance to the Fitness Centre, stomped his boots a couple of times in order not to drag any snow into the building and finally entered in order to approach the desk behind which Ashton Reed, the receptionist sat in order to find out where exactly the class would take place.