Kai'el Brat
Braze had been harshly chastised by the Temple guards who had come to check on him and
Ko Vuto
after their scuffle. The reprimand had been swift and severe, the weight of their disapproval besettled uppon on his shoulders like an iron yoke.In the aftermath, he found himself saddled with additional Temple duties—menial tasks doled out as a punitive measure by the powers that be. Cleaning meditation chambers, reorganizing archives, assisting with maintenance—small, tedious acts of service meant to reinforce discipline. He did them without complaint, though his muscles ached, and his patience frayed at the edges.
Once he'd completed his latest round of tasks, he had put in a request for his student
Kaelos Vryn
to come meet him in one of the more educational styled training rooms. This was not a sparring chamber but a more classroom-styled space, chosen with purpose. In the center of the room sat a table, and beside it, three boxes—two large wooden crates and that damned small box Kaelos had seen before. The sight of it still carried a certain gravity, a quiet, unspoken challenge nestled in its unassuming frame.Braze had also extended an invitation to
Ko Vuto
, wanting to make ammends beyond sharing in their punishment though he wasn't certain if he would come. This was a lesson he had shown Braze himself after all. Ko deserved teh credit for it's conception. The uncertainty gnawed at him, but he let it rest with a dejected sigh. There was only so much he could control.Now, he waited, seated at the table. To ease the tension, he had taken the time to prepare tea, its faint, fragrant steam curling into the air, offered some small attempt at fostering calm some calm.
