Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 22:52:59 GMT -5
The little legacy of Venus would be lying if she said she wasn't slightly upset over the fact Gunnar denied taking her to register for classes. Denied helping her get to classes on time. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her going to college while being in the legion, other people had done it. Just a few classes. Twelve credit hours seemed perfectly reasonable while she was a centurion and the head of the infirmary. There were plenty of hours in the day to do it all. Training from five in the morning to just before lunch at noon, then a few hours in the after noon reserved for personal training and aiding other members of her cohort, and friends in anything from battle strategies to herbal remedies. Then in the evening she could take classes, perhaps six until nine at night. Then she could start her shift in the infirmary, and of course she would have to be on call in case she was needed in the infirmary. Doing homework might be a little difficult to fit in, but she was certain she could do it if Gunnar were to help her get to places on time. Though she supposed relying on him for such things was selfish.
Though it would be difficult to get to camp in time if there was an emergency, so it was for the best she stay here for now. Though she hated to admit it. Perhaps if she could bend time just a little bit, or chop it to little bits and pieces. Still she wanted to, though she knew partially that Gunnar was right. Perhaps just one class though? Despite his stern tone, he could give her just one class right?
Even Lilith was not fond of the idea when she told her about it. She felt she was the master of her own time, and her own abilities. So she should be able to know what she could juggle, ignoring the multiple times she had failed unconscious working herself near to death. The image of Mors cold pale face came to mind and her body gave an involuntary shiver. Lilith cared for her grandfather, as did Gunnar, but there was something about him that made her blood run cold. He wasn't a mean or ill tempered person, but when he spoke to you he looked straight through to your soul. So it seemed at least. He did not blink, simply spoke in a voice devoid of emotion. Though she had also feared Gunnar at first, he was cold and emotionless. Frightening her from the shadows. His heart was good though, not without blemish, but good. It gave her hope in his grandfathers, that they might be good people too, despite the aura they had a tendency of giving off.
Practicing with her sword and shield was something she had to do everyday, or she would grow steadily worse at it. The use of her right hand with a gladius was something a little bit difficult, but necessary in a line fight. The trademark phalanx fighting that they where known for meant they had to be uniform in their fighting. Shields up had to form as small a gap as possible, you had to know where your ally would swing a sword. All of that was necessary, so while she would practice archery with her main hand swordsmanship was for her off hand.
