Cervato - Girl On Fire (Part 1 of Cervato's Saga)

Delilah Nirdayi

Crows chattered on tombstones at dawn. Their inquisitive eyes briefly glancing to the cloaked figure that passed over the dew kissed grass. Their wings expanded as they ascended from granite memorials into the breeze that swept over the graveyard of Shaemoor.

The figure continued on until they met a very humble gravestone which was modest in all appearances. Gloved fingertips ran over the head of it, the soft leather immediately becoming damp at the touch. Immediately, the figure stepped back, noticing that the grave had recently been visited as weeds had been pulled and a small delicate bouquet of fresh spring wildflowers was rested at its' base. Their hands reached up to remove their hood, revealing the dark raven hair of the Krytan woman. Her eyes immediately moving to the stone.

Delilah Nirdayi

Cervato moved to sit on her heels before the grave. Reading the woman's name several times.

Oh, how she missed her.

Cervato was young, inexperienced in comparison to her mentor, and had yet to develop the required muscle to properly wield her sword. The spitfire growled with frustration as she attempted to deliver a blow to him once more, the wooden sword aimed at his left thigh.

Before she even had time to think, the teenager had been disarmed. As the weapon clattered on the ground, she felt her right arm be pulled easily enough, and flung over his form. Air knocked out of her lungs from the impact on the wooden floorboards. "Oof!" She coughed out, her back stinging from the landing. His fingers twisted in her dark raven locks and began to drag her along the floor as her feet protested, slapping uselessly against the ground. Soon enough, he had her pinned against the wall in a seated position as he knelt down to grow eye level with his student.

"You continue to disappoint me. Are you incapable of learning anything or were the Seraph correct in dismissing you from their ranks?" His voice was cold, as much as his light green eyes were as they appeared to be searching inside her for something that had gone missing.

"L-let go!" She grit her teeth, trying to remove his hand from her hair. In response, his grasp tightened on her hair tugging hard.

Artemis's eyes began to shimmer with some shade of magic to which Cervato silenced herself. Her mentor in the Shining Blade was powerful in necromancy, though she had yet to witness him in combat. It had only been a few weeks since she had been brought into the Shining Blade by the mysterious white haired woman, whom she later learned was Exemplar Yevon Reed.

"No wonder you're always late for dinner." A new voice joined the room, and immediately the fingers locked within her hair released themselves. Her mentor stood, turning towards the woman at the entrance to the training room. The auburn haired beauty sauntered into the room, dark blue eyes briefly looking to Cervato before returning to him.

"Give her a break. She's catching on fast enough. Remember, training means you have to give positive feedback." The woman would scold the man. Cervato felt certain that if anyone else had said such things, her mentor would have quickly ended them in a similar fashion as to her current state. Yet the oddest smile formed on his lips.