The Mouse and the Model

[Evelynn]

I feel like we missed a fantastic opportunity.

Where Evelynn, Soliael and their respective mothers could all sit in a room and have a cup of tea together, you know, just some family chats. Throw around some embarrassing childhood photos and delve into the world of Animal Friendship and Sith Magic. They could probably throw a board game in there too, maybe a slice of cake in the lovely cottage with the thatched roof? Probably won't be playing Cards Against Humanity though, Evelynn's face would probably turn a shade of red so violent that spontaneous combustion would be afoot.

Maybe one day, let's call it a pipe dream.

The very concept of Sith Magic almost eluded her, it sounded like something from a wild tale and Chomp himself seemingly tilted his head at the mention of Animal Friendship but it was actually because the strange new man was looking at him.

“Animal friendship,” she echoed, it definitely sounded right. Although even for Evelynn is sounded a bit too sugary sweet, like it might be a subtitle of an adorably colourful children's cartoon. Taint Lampreys: Animal Friendship.

The girl didn't sit back down on the bed, as if she were about to spring into some amazing kung-fu action. Perhaps she was a bit too eager, like the proverbial squirrel before the bird feeder. “By all means, let us begin,” she smiled, it was safe to say that one Evelynn Dorn practically produced warm with her smile.

But don't tell her about the library just now, lest the poor girl explode.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael smiled again and leaned back against the wall, he seemed to relax slightly. Yes there was so much to learn, so much to teach Evelynn. She would make a fine apprentice. She was new to all of this, a blank slate. It would be nice to start from scratch, no preservation already stuck in her mind that the force was one thing or another. No hatred of the Sith or Jedi. Nothing like that, Evelynn was a blank slate, she was someone that he could teach everything too.

“Then lets begin.” Soliael said almost ominously as he stood back up from the bed. This would be a long trip, and he had much to teach her.

~~

Almost a month later Soliael stood within the hangar bay of his ship. He had converted it into a sort of training facility for the use of Evelynn and Chomp, there was an obstacle course, a meditation sphere, and a dozen other different things. It was the perfect place for Evelynn to train, something they had been doing for the last month.

Both physically and mentally Soliael had been pushing her, driving her to be the best that she could be. Most of it had been basic physical exercise covered with hard hours of reading from the archives. There had also been massive training within the force. Days on end had been spent in solitude, lifting rocks, meditating, and doing all the things Jedi were trained to do. After all this time Evelynn was finally ready for the more...diverse tactics of the force, and Soliael had decided it was time to push her even more.

Before they reached Onderon Soliael would introduce her to combat, something they as of yet had not touched upon. It would only be a brief introduction, given that they were drawing closer and closer to his Mothers home. Training Evelynn in other areas had taken longer than he expected, the girl asked a lot of questions. Still, he smiled slightly as she entered the hangar. His assertions had proven true, she was an excellent apprentice.

 

[Evelynn]

Training montage.

You can't say those two words without conjuring a certain image, a certain eye of a certain tiger. Doing farm chores on Siberian mountains, giving it one hundred and ten percent in a dingy gym. All you need is to believe. Also it helps to be an unintelligible Italian American block of a man. Yo, Soliael, we did it!

Okay, maybe not.

To change films, let's talk about Aladdin, not that this story resembles the Arabian Tale in any shape of form, but this certainly was a whole new world, a new fantastic point of view. Evelynn's mind was being opened to fantastic new concepts, The Force. The first time she managed to move something without touching it she became so excited that Chomp just about exploded, leaping an impressive height for a kath hound and being sure to vocalise his feelings.

She would pour through the archives, a slow resentment burning in her mind towards her mother, how could she deny her daughter of such wonders? It was difficult to keep the topic off of her mind.

It wasn't easy. It wasn't supposed to be easy, it was a gruelling schedule consisting of eating, sleeping and training but let it be said now, that Karin Dorn may have raised an oblivious girl, but she had not raised one of ill-discipline. There is no higher purpose than the pursuit of knowledge, Evelynn. What a cheek she had to say that. The pursuit of ignorance perhaps. The bitterness towards her mother would soon begin to fester.

Another day, this one not for the montage.

She entered the hangar, still a touched bleary-eyed since waking but nonetheless ready for a new challenge, Chomp by this stage had absolutely no problems and was even warming to Soliael. He trotted over to the man, posture as proud as punch. Evelynn wasn't the only one in training.

“What shall we be doing today, Master?”

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Combat.” Soliael simply said in reply to his apprentice. As he spoke he looked down at Chomp, the Kath Hound that sat almost before him. He smiled at the creature, as if knowing that it would likely enjoy this part the most. Kath hounds were not known for their sensitivity, and since Evelynn and he were so close, they would make the perfect fighting duo, or at least in Soliaels mind they would. There was always the chance that Chomp was the rare off Kath Hound that didn't even like hurting flowers, in which case Soliael would have to put all his effort into Evelynn.

“Eventually, you will have to fight.” Soliael said as he began to walk over towards the training circle in the middle of the hangar. “Whether its from hanging around me, or going off on your own little adventures. You are a force user, others will sense this and come after you. You need to be prepared.”

Soliael was extremely interested how Evelynn would choose to fight. She was a mousey little thing no matter how you looked at it, but everyone had their own fighting style. Like all force users Evelynn would likely choose a lightsaber of some sort. Lightsaber, Light-shield, Saber-staff, Lightwhip, Long hilted Lightsaber, there were hundreds of different types. Soliael was by no means an expert in any of them, he himself did not even use a lightsaber.

He could however start her on a path of learning, and luckily for some strange reason when Quietus had loaded up this ship with supplies she had chosen to do so with dozens of different types of lightsabers and their practice equivalents. “We start quite simply. Choose your weapon. The one that appeals to you the most.”

Soliael said it as he pulled a small blanket off a weapons rack. Beneath it has a hundred different kinds of lightsabers. The Sith looked at his apprentice eagerly.

 

[Evelynn]

The mention of combat made the girl bristle slightly, this would surely not be her strong suit.

His assumption was correct, Chomp was going to enjoy this part of the training, Kath Hounds were not made to read from archives and just because he had an adorable name and escorted a wisp of a girl didn't mean that the sissy was strong with him. He was just as capable as other of his species if not more, he had been hand picked by the former Lady of Thule herself as her daughter's protector after all.

The taming of Chomp, now there was a montage for another time.

Her Master spoke sense, while it was difficult to picture Evelynn in a combat situation it was inevitable. From her readings it was plain to see that battle was not avoidable in the life of a force user, short of becoming a hermit and living in a cave,of course, but she had just escaped a sad lonely existence, it wasn't time to go back to it.

She pondered over the weapons rack, there were so many to choose from and reading up on technique and forms was all very well and good but when it came down to the crunch booksmarts did not equate to fight smarts, otherwise the members of play-by-post roleplaying forums could form their own private army of skilled killers.

Carefully fingering the various hilts on the rack her hand eventually settled on one with a more feminine feel to it, it was a curved-hilt. She glanced at Soliael before settling back onto the lighsaber, gingerly Evelynn lifted it off the rack and held it in one hand, then held it in both. This was the one.

Her Kath Hound sniffed at the array of weapons and shot the girl a look that very clearly said, 'why would you need those?' Clever boy.

“This one,” she nodded, “I like this one.”

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael raised an eyebrow at Evelynn's decision. A single blade, curved hilt. It was an interesting choice, given that it was usually the weapon of duelists. He himself had never learned the use of a lightsaber, he did not enjoy the grip of it. Soliael used a Light-shield and his gauntlets, holding an opponent at bay until he could end them with his sorcery. Evelynn however did not have that choice, she would be up close at personal...at least until Chomp could end her attackers.

He found it rather amusing however that his first apprentice would choose the exact weapon his father had used. Of course that was not one of his blades, but it was the same type. He chuckled slightly as he wandered over to her.

“Good choice I suppose.” Soliael said with a touch of amusement. “My father used the same type of blade.”

They would get to customization later. This weapon was only a training saber, it would not cut anything and only leave light stunning burns when it struck flesh. When Evelynn was more used to lightsabers she would get an actual one...for now he couldn't risk her severing her own arms. “I suppose we should begin.”

Soliael said it with a smile. While he was by no means an expert in lightsaber combat, Soliael knew the basics and by the end of this day so would Evelynn.

~~

A few days later Soliael once again stood on the bridge of his ship overlooking a planet down below. The last week had been the most grueling of all the training Evelynn had had so far. The two of them had trained and sparred for nearly 12 hours every day, with Evelynn taking the brunt of the beating. It had been incredibly difficult, Soliael had ensured it.

Both she and chomp had been placed through incredibly difficult trials, and both of them had come out on top. He was happy to see Evelynn progress to quickly, and though it had only been a short time she was no a novice in the most important of techniques. Within another few months she would be a match for most Knights, Soliael was confident in this. His apprentice would be strong, stronger than most. Of course her most grueling test was about to happen.

The planet below was Onderon, the world of his Mother. Quietus had long ago ruled the planet, and had now settled there. Soliael was eager to speak with his mother, Quietus would have insight into Soliaels latest exploits though he was more eager to see what she thought of his new Apprentice.

“Hurry up.” Soliael yelled out to Evelynn as he wandered towards the hangar.

 

[Evelynn]

Timeskip: The Movie.

A heart-warming classic rated ten tendrils up by Ro'gath'Egbar. Come Oscar season we're going to sweep it and sweep it hard. Everybody had tipped that animated farce about the migration of ropos but they had no chance, they didn't expect such victory, many acting, much pathos.

Wow.

This was Evelynn's mountain. Combat. It was the most difficulty the sheltered girl had experienced in her life time. There were bumps, there were bruises and there were scrapes, the way that the art of combat should be. At the end of every day her body exuded pure exhaustion, Chomp faired slightly better, he was already a beast after all, the hound didn't have to learn how to fight but he did have to learn to dodge lightsabers, after all the young woman probably wasn't going to be grinding up her levels fighting other kath hounds.

Her progression was astounding. Mother, would you be proud?

Speaking of.

While Soliael was eager to speak with his parent (understandable) Evelynn was feeling the fear. What if she wasn't good enough? What if there was no potential? What if the girl was cast back to Dantooine with a head full of the wonders of this galaxy. No, that could not happen, it would not be acceptable, she had worked bloody hard to even get this far darn it! Suddenly she found herself amped up, worrying about prospects of deportation from the world of knowledge. The girl would fight for her place.

The young woman skittered after her Master with Chomp following her, she would be good enough.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael quickly made his way down to the hangar bay with Evelynn and Chomp following closely behind him. This was the second hangar of course, not the one that had been converted into a training ground. The ship that Silencia had gifted to Soliael was of course capable of atmospheric flight, it was event capable of landing on a planet once it had breached its atmosphere. However, Soliael knew that his mother would likely be very displeased if he landed a three hundred meter ship in front of the famed Halcyon Citadel.

It would destroy the forest surrounding the citadel and likely awaken all sorts of nasty beasts that called Onderon home. So Soliael decided to take a shuttle instead, not wanting his mothers rage directed at him from the minute he landed...he preferred to save that for later.

Quickly Soliael boarded his shuttle, waiting just long enough for Evelynn and Chomp to catch up. Then he took the controls in hand and immediately pushed the ship out of the hangar. The shuttle moved quickly and dropped into Onderon's thin atmosphere almost immediately, burning through the sky like a meteor. With quick deft movements Soliael guided the small ship towards Halcyon Citadel, drawing the ancient Fortress.

Within moments Soliael's shuttle found its way to the designated place in Halcyon Citadel. As the small ship came to a rest on its landing pods Soliael let out a loud sigh. When last Quietus and Soliael had met they had parted on words of his father, not the most pleasant of conversations.

Since then Soliael had learned much about Moridin. He had learned what his father had truly been, and had grown...dispassionate about his patriarch. Soliael had much to talk to his mother about, his father being the least. Quickly Soliael stood from the pilots chair, motioning to Evelynn and her hound to follow.

“Don't be nervous. She's really quite nice.” He lied.

Quickly the Sith moved out of his ship and down the ramp. They made their way up the stairs of the Citadel, and then Soliael simply knocked on the doors.
@[member="Lady Silencia"] @[member="Silva Talith"] @[member="Trillian Astra"] @[member="Quietus"] @[member="Ivy"] Lasraene @[member="Amorella Mae"] @[member="Lord Dissero"] @[member="Ysanae Vela"]

 

[Quietus]

"Ah yes," came the distinctive voice of the man Soliael had only just met the last time he'd visited the Citadel, "right on time. How punctual." Cool saffron eyes regarded the mismatched pair from the doorway. The man was tall and lean, judging by the sharpness of his shoulders from which a dark green cloak clung overtop of a handsome set of fitted robes. Gunmetal clasps held the cloak in place, carved in the fashion of beast skulls from which the gleam of emerald could be caught at the sockets.

He invited them in from the unusually crisp air. Soliael had arrived during the harvest season, and soon Onderon's very short winter cycle of the northern hemisphere would commence - as well as the space migration. Dxun sat as a behemoth in the sky behind them and was shut away with the resounding clunk of heavy doors.

"Nice of you to join us again. I had wondered if you would," the smile that crept upon the man's face was not wholly sincere. It was a well practiced expression, "I see you've made some changes," plantinum brows lifted at the shorn hair of the Shamalain man, "how very interesting. Much more like her than I had imagined--speaking of which, she'll be this way and, ah- a Kath Hound," a look of levity appeared now as he leaned to spy the young woman and her hound, "my Lady, how rude of me. I am known as Volden. Who might you and your fascinating pet be?"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael smiled at the man that he had met only once, his face contorting in confusion slightly as he spoke some words that made absolutely no sense to him. Much like whom? His mother? Soliael puzzled this for a few moments, and then he switched to looking at Evelynn. The mousy young girl was nearly falling out of her skin shaking, Soliael smiled knowing that she was likely too nervous to answer.

“This is Evelynn, and Chomp.” He answered for the girl, since clearly she was too nervous to. He smiled at his mothers...companion, and then bade him to move forward so he could meet with his mother. Soliael had a mischievous smile on his face, as if he knew something no one else did. Of course such was not always the good thing. He grinned slightly and then spoke again. “She's a tad nervous.”

Soliael said it with a shrug, nodding towards Evelynn.

 

[Quietus]

"Evelynn," Volden tested the word, curved sneer growing along one side of his face, "a good strong, noble name." He did not comment on Chomp's name, but he did give the beast a much more invested glance. "Haven't seen a Kath Hound in a very long time. I wager she hasn't either. He'll fit right in ... or he'll be eaten. One can never say with these beasts," he said this casually, turning to lead on into the Citadel.

The walk was easy and quick enough. They passed by Acolytes of Knowledge in robes of dark green and Darkness in robes of blue, respective to the old Pillar leaders of ages past. Those mantles may have crumbled centuries ago but the teachings continued, as did the loyalties it seemed. Here and there were the dark, sunkissed clanspeople of the jungles, their eyes locking upon the Kath Hound with deep interest. It was very likely he was the first they'd ever seen.

Another set of large doors lead out to a back courtyard that opened in a wide expanse of trees and grasses along the tail end of the cliff upon which the citadel was built. The skies were alive with the vibrant orange wings of skreevs that soared and dove. sweeping down to drop large, smooth stones into piles around which Beast Tamers congregated.

Quietus stood over one such pile, but no beast flew near hers. Instead it dozed nearby in the sun. Soliael would recognize the creature as her personal mount, Miir - the scaring along the throatlatch would easily give it away.

She wore the leather and cloth trappings of the tribespeople, beset by bone, claw and fang accents. What exposed skin remain was adorned by tribal tattoos of earthen shades beside the lighter gleam of many visible scars. In the light breeze her short black hair was wild; her gaze of teal was sharp and predatory to match. It turned upwards at the approach of her son, the girl, and the curious hound but she did not move to greet them.

What have you brought me this time? the telepathic message relayed to Soliael alone while her eyes settled on the girl and narrowed.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael smiled as he saw his mother. Despite her very Tribal appearance his mother was far kinder than she let on, Soliael knew this, but Evelynn would likely be scared to absolute death of her. It would perhaps help that Evelynn had Chomp with her, perhaps his mother would find it endearing to meet someone who had the same affinity for animals that she had. Of course, before the two of them even spoke Soliael felt the absolute need to screw with both of them.

“Well Mother. I thought it was high time you meet my wife.” Soliael said the words with not even a hint of sarcasm or joke in his tone, though there was a mysterious sheen in his nearly blind eye. As he neared his mother he began to speak again “Won her in a pazaak game.”

The Sith Lord smirked inwardly, knowing that Evelynn would be mortified and his mother would likely be slightly amused...or terrifyingly angry. Either way it would be funny.

 

[Evelynn]

We're not on Dantooine any more, Toto.

A world was lost, lost to nerves and wide-eyed terror. Reading about a place will never match the experience. For instance, when you read about Australia you always hear that all the animals are either poisonous, venomous, full of teeth or a combination of those. That is the story, Australia will try to kill you. Of course, when visiting the water-locked country you'll find that your biggest worry is getting ill from a pissy little spider that isn't even hostile, that or the locals (they still have mullets down under, you know?)

There's a man speaking. There's a man speaking to you.

Chomp, being the enabler of bad decisions gave the girl's hand a nudge with his tusk in an attempt to encourage her to speak but Soliael managed to get the response in before Evelynn even dared to consider moving her lips. Of course, the Apprentice did manage a minuscule nod in Volden's direction at the very least...or was it a tremor? Hard to say.

The mouse of a girl stood unnaturally straight and still, as if breathing too hard would be enough to offend. She dealt with farmers, provincial people with small problems and rustic homes, no airs and graces there, no siree. There was a sharp inhale on the mention of Chomp being eaten. The kath hound merely tilted his head.

The glorious scenery was sadly missed as the girl contemplated her dearest friend being eaten. She drifted through the citadel and into the courtyard with her companion's mortality firmly on her mind.

Then it happened.

“Well Mother. I thought it was high time you meet my wife.”

What.

“Won her in a pazaak game.”

My words could not do it justice.

Take the colour red, now let's repaint that and call it crimson and after that let's paint it in across the cheeks of Evelynn Dorn, no let's just go the whole hog and do the entire face. Had she stopped breathing? Had time stopped? Was she dead on her feet? Oh gosh, WAS THIS THE END?!
“W-w-what?! You did no such thing!”

Oh god. She had spoken. Out of turn. IN FRONT OF THE SCARIEST DRESSED WOMAN ON THE PLANET. If this was her Master's way of tricking her into speaking then it had certainly worked. If she was a turtle, the girl would have disappeared into her shell and never came out again, and if she had been a myotonic goat instead the girl would have fainted but sadly this was not the case.

Another nudge from Chomp.

“I'm s-so sorry!”

 

[Quietus]

A single brow lifted at her son's remark and the woman returned to him an impassive glance. It was clear she didn't believe a word, no matter how hard he worked on that high-school act. The reaction of the girl, on the other hand, was pure, genuine gold, and to that she gleaned the applause of the silent woman in the form of the second brow raising to meet the first. The pair disappeared beneath a flurry of wild, black bangs.

Quietus snorted, unimpressed, Toss her over the cliff. Keep the hound, you'll get more use from it I think.

Evelynn's outburst had awakened Miir, who picked itself up from a very large, flat boulder where it had been sunning itself. With a yawn the skreev issued a bellow, fang-laced jowls gaping wide enough to nearly swallow the girl whole, as well as her hound. The hound it blinked at with little regard, gave a flippant whip of its tail for being disturbed, and flopped to its other side. An even tan was essential to attracting mates, after all.

What is it you want, Devin, the woman was still watching the girl with that unwavering, eerily unblinking gaze, I don't have time for games. The migration is approaching.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael laughed out loud at Evelynns outburst, clear and utter amusement rushing across his face at her reaction. He could see that his mother had gained the same amusement, though her reaction was wholly different from his own. In the end he grinned at his apprentice, and shot her a wink. The joke was a quick one, but to him it had been very worth it. He smiled at Evelynn and then returned his attention back to Quietus who was clearly eager to get to business.

“Ah the migration. How long it has been.” Soliael said remembering the last time he had been on this world for such an event. It was so long ago that he did not even remember the exact date. Slowly he shook his head, moving on to why he was really here.

“Either way, tossing my new apprentice over a cliff would be rather counter-productive. Given the work i've already put into her.” He yawned slightly and then wandered over to his mothers side, getting closer to the matriarch. Then in nearly a whisper he spoke. “I came here for many reasons, she however is one of them. I discovered her on Dantooine, and she like you...has an affinity towards beasts.”

Soliael looked at Chomp for a brief second, then back to his mother. “So I thought, who better than you to test her mettle in that regard.”

 

[Quietus]

The Master's face grew dark as she pulled her searing gaze from the meek child to stare at her son.

It was clear, the bitter edge of anger that she stood upon. With the migration less than a week away and over three dozen clutches of eggs incubating on the Citadel rise, there would be no time for lessons. No time for mistakes. No time for little girls and their mutts getting under foot. Her plans could afford no weak links - and the danger of the migration was absolutely nothing to sniff at. Greater men had lost their lives for simple things.

This is not the time to bring me your whelp, the woman's telepathic voice carried a painful edge to it, get her a room in the citadel and get her in proper attire. The Kath Hound stays with me.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael eyed his mother wearily, a frown creasing his face slightly. The migration was of course a rather strong event in the goings of Onderon. The passing of the Drexl and Skreev between Onderon and Dxun. The most powerful creatures born between the two worlds traveled between the moon and the planet, it was an amazing sight, and quite honestly Quietus was probably right. It was dangerous, but then again Soliael had always been a rather confident being, and he had confidence in his apprentice. She would survive this.

Finally he shrugged, there was no need to argue with his mother, such a thing would simply end badly. Simply turning on his heel Soliael moved back towards Evelynn, a smile on his face.

He gently grabbed her arm and turned her about, trying to snap her out of whatever trance she had put herself in. At the same time Soliael motioned to Chomp, commanding the small beast to sit. The bond they had formed through training meant Chomp also saw Soliael as his Master, and so the beast listened. He smiled at Evelynn, and then as they began to walk up the Citadel steps he spoke to her. “Don't worry, youre still alive.”

For a minute or two he paused, and then added.

“That means she likes you.”

 

[Evelynn]

In her mind, right there and then, Evelynn Dorn knew within the deepest recesses of her heart that she was going to punch her Master for that cruel jest, maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow but one day, she's going to just sock him in the nards!

Migration? Who? Tossing my new apprentice over a cliff? Is? Affinity towards beasts?! He? Test the mettle?! Speaking? TOSSING THE APPRENTICE OVER A CLIFF?! To?!

Sadly it was then that the heart of Evelynn decided to explode due to the sheer stress of this entire experience. This was a lie, of course but you know, I just wanted you to feel just an ounce of the shock that this poor girl was experiencing. Stareface McStaringStien wasn't speaking and Soliael had transformed into Chatty Cathy in the flesh. The pure discomfort of this situation had shoved her usually bright mind back several hundred paces (you may NOT pass GO!).

Telepathy.

Of course it was. Do not think that every single book that the squirrel of a girl had absorbed just vanished like that, no, she was frightened, not brain dead. This nugget of information at the very least managed to relax her an inch. Wait, why was she being turned around? Was it over? What about Chomp? He was staying?

Why?

The girl and her hound, had they ever even spent a day apart? Chomp was more than just a four-legged guardian, he was her only friend. An isolated childhood had lead to an incredible bond, one that could be pushed to sacrifice if times called for it. If that woman harmed him... Miss Dorn caught herself digging her nails into her palms, by the goddess, the mouse was almost mad. Better take a picture of that sight.


“I'm not quite sure that you and I have the same definition of like.”

Squeak squeak.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael looked at his apprentice as the two of them entered the Citadel. He smiled at her trying to reassure her. Evelynn was by no means Sith, but she was being brought up under Sith Tutelage. Her training had been harsh so far, and with Quietus involved it would only get worse. Evelynn would experience part of what Soliael had when he was growing up, and if she survived she would be much better for it.

“Don't worry.” Soliael said finally as he noticed the clenched fists of his apprentice. “My Mother is a beast tamer of the highest Order. Chomp will be better off with her....maybe he'll learn a few things actually.”

The Sith smiled at her, and then lead her down the hallway in the Citadel. Finally after a few more minutes they arrived at a room at the end of the hall. Soliael simply slid the door open, and then walked inside, beckoning his apprentice to follow. “This is where you will be staying while you're here. The room has everything you'll need.”

He declined to say how long they were staying, though the room was quite nice and far more lavish than the one Evelynn had on Soliaels Ship. He did not allow her time to gander however and instead he swept directly past her, once again nudging her arm to move on. After another few minutes of walking Soliael and Evelynn found themselves standing within what could be considered an armorer's hall. Leather straps and metal plates lay about.

“Hello old friend.” Soliael said to an nondescript old man within the hall. He spoke to him privately for a second, and then the man went to work on finding Evelynn the proper gear.

 

[Evelynn]

The world whizzed past.

As the girl was guided through the citadel her mind imploded and she found herself lost, staring at the fading nail marks left in her palms. Soliael could have told the young girl that his mother was once herself a Kath Hound and she still wouldn't have been any more reassured than she was right then.

What if she throws Chomp off a cliff? What if they're planning to throw me off a cliff? What if...

While Evelynn Dorn dithered away in What If Land, she was bounced from room to hallway to room barely even soaking in anything that occurred around her. Apparently she had her own chambers for her stay, wait, her stay? Perhaps they would throw her off the cliff at the end of the week, was that thoughtful? Or even more cruel.

Mother, I need you.

Unfortunately at that current moment in time Karin Dorn was either dead, alive or being flirted with by an insatiable plant woman (the less said about that the better). No mother, no Chomp, it was time to stand on her own two feet.

She hadn't fainted yet, this was progress.

The armourer went to work, what would fit a mousey little thing like her? Imagine your favourite medieval roleplaying game, if you don't have one, go out and play one. Okay? You bought one yet? No, don't worry, the investment is worth it for this paragraph. Have you booted it up yet? Okay, good. Make your character, yeah yeah, gender, class, race we can just fly through that part. Now, what is your character wearing? Some pretty standard leather affair. Good, take any variation of that from any game in existence ever and put it on Evelynn Dorn.

What, you paid forty bucks for that game? Not my fault, bro.

The girl just stood there, the perfect mannequin for design different combinations of light armour being held up to see what would suit her frame the most. Of course this meant that she ended up looking like the standard rogue class, all that was missing was a bow and arrow.

Now she'd really look the part...to get thrown off of a cliff!