The silence was now draining the manor of the Shadow Riders. More men off on missions, more servants taking more jobs, and a sudden change in a few characters as well. That is what Junifer has been observing, over the past three weeks. A dread has come over the elf, seeing as her master hasn't been home in a few days. She would usually be greeted by the man, during the end of the day. Alistair has also been talking less as, along with Oswald being more suspicious to others around her.
The change was clear now, as she was now fully being trained to fight.
"Come on!" A male's voice would wail.
"You got to be kidding me, your a goddamn woman! You should have the flexibility to dodge that damn attack! Your always running into my blade like a fool! Heal yourself and let's try this again."
Junifer would be trained by a man named Polthor; an average height male, Dark dirty blonde hair, Brown eyes, with stubble and a mean demeanor. Junifer would step back with a nod, slowly crouching down to rip leaves and flowers from the ground. She would place it over her cuts and try her best to heal them. It wasn't very efficient but she could handle it. Standing back up, she would grip the short-sword in hand. Fixing her stance, to be straight, two hands, with the blade centered to the lower body.
Polthor would have his body facing the side, left leg back, with his right arm and leg facing forwards, One handing his short-sword. The elf would grit her teeth, raising her blade above her head, taking a few strides forwards. Her swings were quick, but wild, and had no target in mind. She would swing left, only to have it blocked by Polthor. The two swords sliding off on another, Polthor taking a step forwards and pushing Junifer off. The elf would stumble back, before getting her baring and move to strike again. This carried on for quiet some time, into a sudden hiss was made.
Junifer raised her head to Polthor as she was able to get a hit. A small but deep cut on his right bicep. Stunned by her improvement, she had forgotten the spar wasn't over. A boot was planted into her stomachs sending her off her feet, hitting the dirt patched ground with a thud. "Shit!" He would glare at the elf, stepping forwards as he brought his blade in a swinging motion. Junifer having to bring her own sword up for defense, not having enough time to get up and dodge his attack. When the sword came down, Junifer would cry out as it took all her might to stop the blade. His weight alone making it hard to just slide it off. Her right hand having to hold the blade, with enough pressure, or a sudden slip of the hand she could loose a finger.
"Polthor! That's enough!"
Polthor would look behind him to see Jarod. The man seeming just appear out of no where, Polthor would raise his sword off, stepping back as he sighed. Jarod would walk up to the two, arms folded behind his back. "That is no way train your fellow Companion, going for them while their down...rather a dirty move" Polthor, would furrow his brows, sticking the sword into the ground. "You're the one to talk...I've never seen you pick up a blade in my life...maybe a dinner knife, but I'm sure I would win in a fight, without your magic of course."
Junifer would stand to her feet, she looked to her master as she was rather relieved the man was home. She would bow, when his eyes would fall on her. "Good Evening, Master Jarod." She would raise her head lightly watching him. Jarod only nodding to Polthor statement "at least I don't whine over just a small cut..." he scoffed. "well now...I will be taken my elf off your hands, Junifer Drop that and let's head inside."
Junifer would give a light "yes master" as she did.
Polthor would only roll his eyes at the sorcerer's words. He would watch the elf slowly bring the blade to the ground, before walking up to Jarod's side. The two headed into the manor, leaving the easily tempered man to the outdoors. Junifer had a few questions to ask her master. Mainly where has he been, she would only stare at his back, taking in the flaws of the coat he wore. It wasn't long before the two came to a stop, Jarod unlocking his door to his studies before looking over his shoulders to his elvish slave.
"I apologize, on my late attends..."
Jarod would speak, making sure to lock the door once the two souls occupied the room.
"As a lot has come up in my life...Do you miss me?"
Hearing those words Junifer would nod, her eyes would follow Jarod. He would move farther into his room, usually she would see him settle down or become more loose. This time, it seem he was revealing secrets, his eye always looking about, while he would pull out false books, chests, and items he often kept hidden away with magic. Junifer would put her hands together, becoming more worried for her master. Now looking over the man more, she could see a tint of dry blood on his sleeves, his usual kept hair now a mess and tangled. Not only the but his aura radiated a more darker color than usual, his royal purple, not a ,in red. She was only the few people, who knew of his normal life. Having an elven wife and serving for the king.
"I do Master."
She would whisper softly, her eyes falling to the ground when he would look over. Something must have happened to the man while he was away. Maybe something happened at the castle? Junifer wasn't to sure as she has no real knowledge of the kingdom nor it's daily news. In a brief moment Jarod would clear his throat. "Junifer, leave me in my studies for awhile. You can return, after dinner..." Junifer would nod, slowly turning to leave the room. Bowing her head before exiting he room. A small frown fell onto her face, she only wished to comfort the man.
