Valery Noble
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Kahlil Noble
Valery pushed past Colette and the girl struggled in vain to keep her grin from showing. First her lips pursed inbetween her teeth, shifted from side to side, before they finally separated into a very wide, very mischievous grin.
The master was on a warpath, and the learner picked up behind her and kept up with her fellow siblings. This was
exactly what she had wanted, and Valery seemed to have swallowed not just but the bait but the whole hook and line too. The success went far beyond what she thought it would accomplish.
But then, Valery had always seemed to have a slight complex about her age. She was, after all, a woman that was technically out of her time. That was to say, the time when she grew up and when she lived in were separated by more than a few generations worth of time. At least that was Colette's working hypothesis.
Still, there was no point in just
rubbing it in. Valery was determined, but so was Colette.
The force sped up her movement and she put herself in front of Valery and Kahlil, leaned against a tree with her arms crossed and the cockiest smile one could imagine.
"Beat you at what, hm?"
Growing old? Colette decided not to say it. Valery was in the perfect spot as it was. This was just Colette soaking in the master's determination. "You seem to think there's a competition going, Valery…"