Grandmother.

As I walked back through the halls I began to wonder what this night might consist of, and whether I'd be subject to extensive training regimens for the next decade. I would imagine that she wouldn't want to punish me for the outcome of her deeming my friendship with Emaer, a truly "gruesome liability to my existence". Emaer is a pale young man, with hair as light as the sun, eyes dipped in rubies with a blacksmiths physic. A man of more words than I would hear grandmother utter in all my moons unless I was in for a regiment of work. Our role to each other was more of an acquaintance than friendship; I did not deem him truly a friend and I believed when I was very young that he only deemed me as a mysterious lady who was far too beautiful to be what she says. In recent days I noticed little gestures I used to shove aside as mere courtesies; flowers of an unfamiliar color in the area being handed to me, invitations to court (though I thought he was only jesting), countless questions on my being, and wanting to escort me to my place of rest. Maybe grandmother had seen it long before I wanted to accept what he wanted so she would push me to either face our association and demand this nonsense to cease or break this "useless friendship" before he pronounced the opposite idea. Before I could even think she more than less ordered me to just break the friendship though we could keep the association; that's what the earlier day consisted of. Me having to clip our chain of converse, me losing the only person that somewhat cared for me, other than grandmother. Pushing the heartfelt thoughts to rest I came upon my destination. Doors of a major stature fell before my eyes, entering the silver-plated doors, I whispered a prayer to mother moon asking her to make this as quick and easy going as possible. When the house felt my readiness to begin my dinner the doors opened, this dinner room was quite large for a seemingly contracting cottage as ours, it seemed tiny from the outside perspective however, as it was enchanted it was well beyond spacious. An expanding table of the best oak wood was made for two. Walls of gold and the sun's magnificent rays filled the area. All the chairs here were the same; jade engraved with gold and trimmed with our blue, except the three seats of those near the head of the table. The chairs to the right and left were trimmed with silver and not gold, but the head chair was showered with gold. The only thing that was not complete gold was a sapphire engraving, in the old language; something grandmother of course wouldn't tell me. Grandmother waited for me seated to the right of the head of the table, in the chair trimmed with silver and the head of the table was always where she directed me to sit. I once asked her why she never sat at the head table, that was the first time she had ever looked at me with an emotion separate from the fierceness of training. There was such sadness in her eyes; raw, intense, land shaking sadness. I've never wanted to rip the world in two trying to find what made her look that way from a simple question as that. She had never answered me, only looked and walked away. It took me three weeks to get her to even acknowledge that I could breathe on my own. But I never asked her such a question again. Now, I got to my seat, anticipating almost anything; except what came next. Grandmother reached for I thought my hand and instead grabbed my arm, pulling me forward to the plate. Then twisted my elbow a way it shouldn't have been able to go, I heard a crack. It took me a moment to register what was happening, so this was to be started with training, of course. Where my mind stalled my instincts did not. My heel landed on her chin and my un-contained hand took one fluid swing to her abdomen; earning me a shriek. Good, she wasn't expecting that and the sudden movement from my clothing distracted her. As I pulled myself away from her I examined my arm; the bone was out of the socket. That has never happened before, she must've used most of her strength trying to break it and that's how I caught her off guard. On the first try I placed the bone back in the socket; as much as I thought it would be painful; not one feeling ran through my arm. Hmm, that's interesting. I glared at grandmother, while she was crouched, clutching her now broken rib, if I was correct; looking so glorified at what I had accomplished.

"Very good my rarii, unfortunately you take interest in pulling your punches. Why? I have no clue in these worlds."

She coughed more than necessary, adding to her point. If I hadn't made her blood fall then her coughs were for show.

"Well I don't take interest in making you bleed grandmother. I never have, you know this." I seethed, my rage was only because she had never tried to break my bones, until a few moments ago.

"You are worried for your weary mooned grandmother? How thoughtful, my dear. If only your attacker would think of how painful it would be to maim you."

I do say this is becoming a constant pain in my rear.

"I concede grandmother, I beg you please just let this discussion proceed; and tell me what is on your mind so unexpectedly that you try to break my bones." This frustration of her going the backway to the truth is tiring. Her expression changed, very solemn she now looked. Silver eyebrows creasing.

Rarii: daughter- granddaughter