I'll Never Last Long

Félicien remained still as his former apprentice slid from her place in the bushes and began circling him. The whole while he was alert, gaze following her and examining the femme he’d long since left. She was older now, and appeared stronger… but scarred too. What had she been getting herself into that could produce such results? The man debated about asking Mara where she’d obtained such scars but in the end decided not to push the matter; for that if Mara wished to tell him she’d do so in her own time. What had him curious, however, was the fact that the femme was here to begin with.

“Too long.” The man rumbled, his head cocking ever so slightly to the side. “So you decided to leave them too, hmm? ...and seems you’ve gotten some battle scars of your own too.” He might have been her mentor, as he’d been with Zephyr, but he wasn’t a forceful creature when he didn’t have to be. Particularly with allies or those that he respected to a degree… and there was a level of respect for his once apprentice.

“Considering you’re still kicking I’d like to say that our training was effective.” A slight smile played on Félicien’s lips as he edged a bit closer to Mara, an almost fatherly look entering the man’s gaze. “Though one can’t help but what has brought you to these lands in particular. Searching for work perhaps? Or something else?”