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Tessa sat in the spot that Gunnar first took her away on their first date. Surely she had learned to not hang out alone too much anymore, and Gunnar had been so worried about the man she saw in the armory. Recently she had been going about her day, training and infirmary work normally. Then instead of wandering off on her own to do something, she'd go home with Gunnar. Normally she spent evenings practicing in the fields of Mars, the archery fields, somewhere generally alone. She sometimes would feel uncomfortable, like someone might attack her. Though she used to strive off those kinds of thoughts as selfishness. Now she was a centurion, and the head of the infirmary. No longer could she say her life wasn't worth an attack of some kind. Still she wanted to prove to herself she wasn't afraid, that she was brave. In that way she would go out at night, go out alone, as long as she had her weapons on her. It wasn't Roman to be afraid of what could go bump in the night, right?

Now she wanted to prove even more how good of a Roman she was. She had seen her father several times in town now, the first time was heart breaking. He told her to just stop talking to him. To leave him alone. Perhaps not his exact words, but she knew what he meant. He didn't want her. Nothing she could do would. Lilith liked her, right? Gunnar liked her, right? The legion wanted her, right? She just had to leave it be, and move on. Leave her daddy behind. Her silky red hair covered her face, blocking her view of the little cherub she was sewing together. How was she supposed to move on from someone she lived her entire life for?

A cold wind blew through the trees, and darkness was starting to fall over Camp Jupiter. Something told her she should call for Gunnar, to go home where it was warm. In more ways than one. Where she could get a hug, and feel like everything was alright. Here at the edge of the forest, a winter chill in the air and the sun falling into sleep. Reds and purples covered the sky, partially visible through the trees. Her eyes stared mesmerized into the wide open air above her.

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Tyrnair wasn't cold in the least. Well, it was cold compared to what the weather was usually like. Sweat dripped down his face as he ran through the woods. His front was drenched, he had been on a binge work out, though he could hear his mother scolding him in the back of his mind. He had the weights around his ankles, he'd have to see if Ronan would help him out and make some heavier plates. His mother would have gone crazy if she knew that he was out here running without a shirt on. Tyrnair could hear her screeching at him about catching his death of cold. Here lately she had been on this whole family kick, serving dinner nearly every night. Not that she didn't really do it before when he was younger, but it had gotten better. She was more smothering. He loved his mom and he couldn't deny her anything that she asked him. Tyrnair even noted his dad had become more distant. What was with them? He was a roman, he could take care of himself. But after that talk with Remus, it started to make more and more sense to him.

But it would seem that he wasn't to be alone out in the woods. Darkness was coming faster and faster now that it was winter time. So why this head of hair bent over some sort of project was bizarre to him. She shouldn't be out here alone and by herself. Well, the figure looked female anyways. Tyrnair had the unfortunate luck of mistaking a girl for a boy once and it was kindda horrible. The girl nearly broke his jaw with that slap. But the demeanor suggested that something was the matter. He didn't want to pry but it wasn't okay for someone to be out here all on their own. It wasn't exactly safe for him either. Not like he listened. But he could at least be company if she wanted it. If not, he could at least escort her to someone she wanted to be around. He admired his uncles, both Remus and Chris. They were strong and good leaders, everything that he should be. Everything that a good roman should be. HE would do well to learn from them. If he wanted to live up to his dad's expectations, he had to learn. Not that he couldn't. Or at least Tyrnair thought he could.

"Miss?" He asked as he stopped his run and looked down at her. She was making something in her hands. Then he looked at her more closely. It was Tessa Yates, the second cohort centurion and she had taken over the infirmary. HE hadn't spoken to her before, he knew her by sight. "Are you alright Centurion Yates?" He asked politely. "It's getting dark and Centurion or not, no one should be out so late after dark. it's dangerous."

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Leaning away from he work she gave a bit of a sigh. It was difficult to see it in this kind of light. She much preferred summer, not only because she wasn't too fond of cold weather, but also because of the longer days. It was a good thing she didn't live in the arctic circle where it was light all day for a period of time, she would never sleep. That was just how she felt though, if the sun was up in the sky she was up as well. Though she might also never take a step outside, because it would be freezing. She'd been to Gunnar's hunting lodge, and the floors where always so cold. She never wanted to get out of bed in the mornings. Except when Gunnar burned things, you partially have to get up when something smells of fire.

It wasn't difficult to hear the heavy breathing and thumping foot falls of someone on a run. Especially in the woods where there was little noise other than the natural hum of wind and animals that scurried among the dead grass. She noted where the sound was coming from, but paid little attention to it other than that. Though if it were someone from her cohort she might scold them a little for being out alone at night, because that made perfect sense. She had her weapons on her, mostly the sword and shield she had been practicing with earlier. All signs of struggle cleaned from the surface of them, the edges well sharpened. She had started working in the forge to make sure she knew how to correctly sharpen and keep up with a weapon after all. She didn't know any better way than to make them herself. Then it just became a hobby. So many of her hobbies came not simply from her enjoying something, but from the feeling that she needed to do it. There wasn't a single thing she didn't like making. Sometimes she'd wonder if she was related to Minerva, goddess of crafts. Perhaps she was related to her instead of Apollo. Certainly she didn't have all the traits one should when related to him. Her archery was good, but that was from practice. The same could be said about her medical work, swordsmanship, and crafting. She never considered herself good at anything, just long nights of learning and practice.

A smile crossed her lips, as it usually did when speaking to anyone. Perhaps not if she was yelling orders at the cohort, but speaking to people was different from that. “Yes?” Trying to place a name to the face, she wasn't sure. He wasn't in her cohort, that was for certain. She might still be learning all the names, and all the fighting styles, but she knew their faces. “I'm fine, thank you for asking.” her voice was smooth and clear like the gentle chime of a bell. Even without talking boys would hit on her, it was often the annoyance of reading everything she wished to say that kept anyone away. Now that she was speaking, more often people flirted with her. Boys and girls alike flirted with her, and she had given out more than her fair share of declines to dates. “The sun only just set, besides I'm not so scared of the dark.” Perhaps she even liked the dark a little bit. It felt warm, perhaps not as warm as the sun on her shoulders, but something about it had changed. Something felt more safe in the darkness than before she met Gunnar.

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Ty felt his feet hit the ground repetitively. The running strained his calf muscles and he felt his back hurt. It wasn't a regular hurt of getting his rear handed to him, it was a good hurt, the burning of lactic acid building up and releasing was something that he felt like he was addicted to. There were other things that were much worse then working out that he could be addicted to. Like his cousin, Mika, She was totally addicted to ice cream, he had used that in one of their training sessions. It worked but there were downsides to it. Ice Cream was just empty calories and sugar that would have to be ran off again. He tried to get her into eating better, but the Ice Cream was a constant. But at least she was getting better in her training. There was plenty of stuff to watch out for in battle. You couldn't rely solely on your powers, or lack thereof. You had to seemelessly blend them together. Do the best that you could, and rely on the training you did. Training was where things needed to rely on. There were plenty of factors that needed to be accounted for but there were so many unknowns that you couldn't count all of the factors.

Tessa rebuked his words that darkness was coming. If she wished to be out here alone in the dark then that was on her. But it wasn't nice to leave someone out all alone, centurion or not. “Even with all of the abductions that have happened, you're not even the slightest bit worried?” He raised an eyebrow in question. He had heard plenty of the guy talk about how hot she was. HE really didn't see it, but everyone had their own taste. She had nice hair, nice features, but it just wasn't what he was into. He liked his girls with darker hair. He smiled at her with his genuine grin, trying to figure out what she was doing out here. Maybe he shouldn't pry but he'd at least escort her. Or he would try at least. He didn't want to be a bother. “My mother would kill me if I didn't at least offer to escort you. She's big on that you know.” Big on things like that was a bit of an understatement. His mom had dragged him out of the Arena by his ear when he failed to hold the door open for one of the mercury girls that had become part of his unofficial fan club. Those girls were creepy. Like super creepy.