25th of Cylus, 716
Vivian sighed as she looked over the sea towards Sunset Island, hoping for a glimpse of a Jacadon. She desperately wanted ride one of the beasts, but they were restricted for Generals to ride. Plus, she'd have to wait until she had her Volareon anyway, since the very notion of getting on a ship to the island made her almost physically ill. Still, she thought, turning her back on the distressing sight of the waves crashing against the shore, she was already on the way towards that distant goal.
Biting back a giddy laugh that threatened to overwhelm her, Vivian composed herself and raised a hand to stroke Speckle's mane, determined to look calm and regal when her mentor arrived, as was befitting of a member of the noble Warrick house. It was only a moment longer before she heard the flap of wings above her, a grin spreading across her face as she looked up. They had clearly recognized her potential, sending a major to tutor her instead of a sergeant. Getting her expression back under control as the Volareon landed, it's rider turning to face her as the winged beast shook itself. Taking her eyes off her mentor for a moment, Vivian gazed with longing at the Volareon's beautiful darkly colored fur coat. Her desperate longing to soar the skies on such a beast rose again and it was with a great deal of difficulty that she tore her gaze from the Volareon and looked back at her teacher.
The man had taken off his helmet and was gently petting the fur of his mount, giving Vivian the time to give him a quick glance over to see what she could learn from his appearance. Sadly, she wasn't very good at learning things from such things yet was that he was getting on in years and looked...battle-worn. She figured there must be a lot she could learn from him. Turning to face her at last, the man's face broke into a coarse smile. "You must be Vivian Warrick. My name is Major Hector Avern. I'll be your mentor for your time as an airman." he said, shifting his shoulders as he spoke, as if settling a weight.
"Thank you, sir. Um...forgive me, but your family name is not familiar to me." she said, trying her best to be polite. Her mentor gave her a long, level look for a moment before laughing. "You're a blunt one, aren't you? I'm not surprised you don't recognize my family name, considering my parents were peasant pig farmers." he said, turning away before he caught the sudden incredulous look on Vivian's face. "Come, we have training to do." he said, leading the way over to a clear field bordering the road they had been standing on, his Volareon leading the way. Vivian stared after the man in shock for a moment, before she followed him, a cold knot of anger settling in her stomach. She knew the military accepted peasants, but she had never even thought that they'd dare assign a peasant to be her mentor. Very well, she thought coldly, following the man. She'd just deal with having this peasant lout instruct her until she could make Sergeant. She couldn't be that far off...could she?
Vivian sighed as she looked over the sea towards Sunset Island, hoping for a glimpse of a Jacadon. She desperately wanted ride one of the beasts, but they were restricted for Generals to ride. Plus, she'd have to wait until she had her Volareon anyway, since the very notion of getting on a ship to the island made her almost physically ill. Still, she thought, turning her back on the distressing sight of the waves crashing against the shore, she was already on the way towards that distant goal.
Biting back a giddy laugh that threatened to overwhelm her, Vivian composed herself and raised a hand to stroke Speckle's mane, determined to look calm and regal when her mentor arrived, as was befitting of a member of the noble Warrick house. It was only a moment longer before she heard the flap of wings above her, a grin spreading across her face as she looked up. They had clearly recognized her potential, sending a major to tutor her instead of a sergeant. Getting her expression back under control as the Volareon landed, it's rider turning to face her as the winged beast shook itself. Taking her eyes off her mentor for a moment, Vivian gazed with longing at the Volareon's beautiful darkly colored fur coat. Her desperate longing to soar the skies on such a beast rose again and it was with a great deal of difficulty that she tore her gaze from the Volareon and looked back at her teacher.
The man had taken off his helmet and was gently petting the fur of his mount, giving Vivian the time to give him a quick glance over to see what she could learn from his appearance. Sadly, she wasn't very good at learning things from such things yet was that he was getting on in years and looked...battle-worn. She figured there must be a lot she could learn from him. Turning to face her at last, the man's face broke into a coarse smile. "You must be Vivian Warrick. My name is Major Hector Avern. I'll be your mentor for your time as an airman." he said, shifting his shoulders as he spoke, as if settling a weight.
"Thank you, sir. Um...forgive me, but your family name is not familiar to me." she said, trying her best to be polite. Her mentor gave her a long, level look for a moment before laughing. "You're a blunt one, aren't you? I'm not surprised you don't recognize my family name, considering my parents were peasant pig farmers." he said, turning away before he caught the sudden incredulous look on Vivian's face. "Come, we have training to do." he said, leading the way over to a clear field bordering the road they had been standing on, his Volareon leading the way. Vivian stared after the man in shock for a moment, before she followed him, a cold knot of anger settling in her stomach. She knew the military accepted peasants, but she had never even thought that they'd dare assign a peasant to be her mentor. Very well, she thought coldly, following the man. She'd just deal with having this peasant lout instruct her until she could make Sergeant. She couldn't be that far off...could she?