If I climb a tree just to see what I see Who: Gaspard and Deryn What: An appointment to discuss the Faith Where: the Temple When: Saturday, February 26, 7pm
Deryn had met with Emlyn at six, as usual, and they had worked on pinyon together for an hour. Now that it was time for her meeting with the curious young Clove bearing an old Aurellian name, Deryn had left Emlyn to keep practicing what they had gone over on her own. She'd put some water to boil, and then walked back into the main hall of the Temple, regularly glancing over at the door, but otherwise looking at Emlyn as she practiced, the moves flowing together gracefully, looking more like dance than combat. The girl had made some clear progress since Deryn's arrival, a testament to both her skill, and her motivation.
Not to mention the energy of youth, especially given the now two jobs she was employed for.
Deryn blinked out of her contemplation when someone stood on the Temple threshold, casting a long shadow through the open doors. She walked over to welcome just the man she had been waiting for. Just out of pinyon practice, she was wearing dark linen pants and a short-sleeved light blue tunic that revealed the quarterfoil on her left inner wrist and the four bands of ink around her right biceps. Her soft shoes were just open enough that the five-point star on her left foot peeked out, if someone was paying close enough attention.
"Her Peace, Mr Ìomharach," she greeted him with a smile. "I hope you'll come in, today. I was going to make some tea for us."