(Warm-up/ Practive Story) Deviation

Ch. 4

"Ahh... Dammit..." Syrri swore aloud in a growl as the stinging pain of her bruises from her conflict earlier with the Commander she'd spared with.

"Apologies, Admiral. Should I stop?" The head of the Medic Bay questioned her, looking to her injuries.

"No, Resha, You may continue." She looked to him, and allowed him to proceed.

A soft set of footsteps had entered the room, but Syrri didn't need to turn her head to know who it was.

"How are you?" Silvi asked her as she brought in more supplies.

"I'm alright. A little bruised, but it could've been worse." She replied.

Silvi gave a hum, and had looked at Syrri's face where the Commander had landed a hit when he booted her to the wall. 

"Quite the male to quarrel with if you're in here for just bruises." She commented.

Syrri gave a scold to the silver toned female, and rolled her eyes to her.

"Now is not the time to start on me with that nonsense, Silvi."

She furrowed her brow and narrowed her magenta eyes to the young female.

"Your bruises will be gone in a few days, Admiral. You may leave if you wish." The male stated, and Syrri didn't hesitate to slide off of the table and head for the door.

"Syrri!" Silvi had gone after her, and had gently grabbed her arm as she gotten close enough.

She had stopped and sulked where she stood with a defeated sigh.

She couldn't bring herself to fight against the female that helped raise her.

Syrri looked to her with a slight shame to herself for abruptly leaving, fleeing the conversation.

"... You know I don't enjoy pestering you on this subject anymore than you do hearing the spile over and over again. But... There is truth to what we say to you."

Syrri looked down with a slight frown. 

"... I know... But what male would want me?"

Silvi had taken a hand, and brought her face to look at her.

"You're mother was the same way... She said that to me when she was around your age." She said with a sweet smile, and Syrri looked at her in surprise.

"Truely?!"

Silvi chuckled with a nod, and gestured for her to walk with her.

"She had said those exact words mere seconds before she met your father. Eheh, heh, I was there for that, too." She smiled to her.

"What happened? How did they meet?" Syrri questioned quickly, intrigued in the story.

Silvi chuckled at her, but continued.

"Well, their confrontation wasn't nearly as volatile as yours earlier today, yet, Xytan wasn't looking where he was going. Poor boy had only been Admiral for a few short years. He had ran his body into her, by accident of course, and your mother being your mother... Had said some... Colorful, language to him on how he should watch where he walked in the halls, and walked off with me."

Syrri's jaw was slightly gaped in shock, and her brow was raised.

"Mother was mouthy? Really?" She cocked a brow in her question.

"Oh, yes! She was far mouthier than you, let me assure you... But, that's where you get it. Besides her features."

Silvi couldn't help but laugh, remembering the Elite that was practically her sister.