ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR | training program

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Aine was... More than familiar with her father's routine.  Mostly because it was nice to know.  Comforting.  She wasn't, however, particularly good at following a similar pattern, though she did try.  Everyday, after getting up, she checked on her garden.  Then she checked the herb stocks in the event temple, maybe re-organized.  After that... It varied.

With a broken hindleg, the day became a lot slower.  Very boring.  Listlessness was sinking in when her father's voice suddenly rang across the marketplace.  For a moment she just sat, dumbfounded, hazel hues blinking in confusion.  He sounded so... Commanding.  Like... Well he is Vicar... Her teeth caught the inside of her cheek.  Giving into curiosity, she wobbled to a stand and gradually made her way to the marketplace.

A regular training schedule?  Aine felt her ear twitch, a pit growing in her stomach as she joined Jack.  The first session was a very physical game too... "... Can... Can I help, da?" ... Somehow.  Maybe she could referee.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —