Cylus 1, Arc 720
The son of Ziell entered the Fitness Centre and walked up to the front desk. Ashton Reed, the receptionist, a man of but twenty-three arcs, was sitting there, his head bent over a piece of paper, scribbling away, not noticing that someone had arrived. When the Mortalborn cleared his throat, he looked up though. Doran inclined his head in a greeting and smiled very lightly. Ashton returned his smile in a much more enthusiastic fashion, in a nearly exaggerated fashion in fact.
“Professor!” he remarked in a cheerful and excited tone, and his eyes lit up “Are you back for another session? It’s been a while since I last saw you. I’ve already started to wonder if something happened to you or if you aren’t interested anymore. Are you looking to spar with someone? Both Wyllum and Bella are currently free and would love to work with you. Have you ever thought about teaching here yourself, by the way? We could use someone with your skills!” he proclaimed, nearly beaming at the other man.
“I have been working on my thesis. I won’t be sparring with any of your employees to-trial”, the Mortalborn informed the human politely. “One of the research assistants of my institute will join me in a bit though. We will need the private room on the ground floor. As for the matter of teaching at the Fitness Centre – unfortunately, my work at the Academy and at the Infirmary keeps me too busy to take on a second, regular job”, he replied somewhat curtly, and Ashton let out a loud and almost exaggeratedly disappointed sigh before he nodded and handed him the key to the private room that he had requested.
Without further ado, the Mortalborn walked down the hallway towards his destination. He had offered to teach Plia Yishnai Velanar, a young woman of mixed Eidisi and Ellune descent and budding alchemist, the basics of swordsmanship. Plia excelled at her studies, she was intelligent, but she had absolutely no self-esteem which was something that he didn’t understand and that sometimes irritated him just a little. In his opinion she ought to be proud of herself and what she had accomplished so far. Perhaps, a training such as the one that he had planned for her would help build up her confidence though.
The son of Ziell entered the Fitness Centre and walked up to the front desk. Ashton Reed, the receptionist, a man of but twenty-three arcs, was sitting there, his head bent over a piece of paper, scribbling away, not noticing that someone had arrived. When the Mortalborn cleared his throat, he looked up though. Doran inclined his head in a greeting and smiled very lightly. Ashton returned his smile in a much more enthusiastic fashion, in a nearly exaggerated fashion in fact.
“Professor!” he remarked in a cheerful and excited tone, and his eyes lit up “Are you back for another session? It’s been a while since I last saw you. I’ve already started to wonder if something happened to you or if you aren’t interested anymore. Are you looking to spar with someone? Both Wyllum and Bella are currently free and would love to work with you. Have you ever thought about teaching here yourself, by the way? We could use someone with your skills!” he proclaimed, nearly beaming at the other man.
“I have been working on my thesis. I won’t be sparring with any of your employees to-trial”, the Mortalborn informed the human politely. “One of the research assistants of my institute will join me in a bit though. We will need the private room on the ground floor. As for the matter of teaching at the Fitness Centre – unfortunately, my work at the Academy and at the Infirmary keeps me too busy to take on a second, regular job”, he replied somewhat curtly, and Ashton let out a loud and almost exaggeratedly disappointed sigh before he nodded and handed him the key to the private room that he had requested.
Without further ado, the Mortalborn walked down the hallway towards his destination. He had offered to teach Plia Yishnai Velanar, a young woman of mixed Eidisi and Ellune descent and budding alchemist, the basics of swordsmanship. Plia excelled at her studies, she was intelligent, but she had absolutely no self-esteem which was something that he didn’t understand and that sometimes irritated him just a little. In his opinion she ought to be proud of herself and what she had accomplished so far. Perhaps, a training such as the one that he had planned for her would help build up her confidence though.