Marked to Die: Battle Training!
04-20-2014, 02:24 PM
The second Marquis would arrive shortly after herself, though his name escaped her, the girl would greet him with a dip of her head. The conversation went from pleasant to rather rude, on the mans behalf, rather quickly. Her gaze would shift to her mother briefly, wondering how she would tolerate the mans gruff and rude behavior. But her mother took it all in stride and brushed away their worries. "She is right, I don't want any special treatment in my spars, no one would learn anything." She added her own two cents before falling silent again, watching as another figure silently slide into the scene. The Duchess, though they had not be formally introduced, she had known the girls rank. It surprised her that her mother had filled so many ranks with young wolves, though each seemed capable in fulfilling their duties. Talk like this |