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Royal Honey Night
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Deciding it would be best it he just got to it, Felix began the slow and clumsy process of wielding the club. At first he felt like he was making no progress; his swings almost always threw him off balance and the sword at his side was doing nothing but getting in the way. After taking a quick break to stretch and think however, Felix began again with renewed purpose. Using the momentum of the hammer to his advantage, he gave up trying to think of the club as a sword and started getting used to the weight itself. Every now and then he switched hands, bringing the club through a series of slow, deliberate movements. Within the first half hour he could already feel his muscles aching a bit, but he pressed on, determined to not seem weak again in front of Myrin.
The thought of his bodyguard made him look over his shoulder at her prone form. Her eyes were closed, but Felix was somehow sure that she was wide awake, listening to everything that went on. It occurred to him that he didn’t know much about the origins of Myrin’s people. His father, when Myrin’s people had showed up in Northgate as refugees, called them bugs. Felix remembered asking if they thought that was racist or offensive, but the Baron had just shrugged and said that was what they told humans to call their species. Felix knew that the bugs were excellent warriors, and that they were generally a bit stronger than humans, but now that he really thought about it he knew little else. He wasn’t even sure the exact reasons they had fled their own native country, just hearing that there had been a political upheaval in their land.
It was nearly two hours later that Myrin finally got up again. Sitting up and stretching languidly, she smiled to herself for a moment before speaking. “Wow, it feels great out here. Best napping conditions I’ve ever felt.” She looked Felix over as he continued to go through his motions, sweat trickling down his face. He got the feeling she was judging his progress. “You can stop now. You might hurt yourself if you go on too long.”
Gratefully, Felix dropped the club to the ground with a thud. Putting his hands on his knees, he took some slow and deep breaths. His arms felt like they were on fire. “So... we continue doing this tomorrow?” Felix asked, trying not to sound tired.
The smile that Myrin gave back was the most genuine he’d seen so far, though she still had that lightly mocking edge to her voice. “That’s the plan. Tomorrow you’re gonna carry that with you as we take a little jog through the woods. It’d be kind of silly if we made you do the exact same thing every day.” Slapping him on the shoulder hard enough to make Felix wince, Myrin laughed heartily. “Don’t worry, you did fine for your first day. Honestly Blondie, I was expecting to hear nothing but whining from you, being a spoiled noble and all. But, I guess your father has faith in you for a reason.”
Not sure if he should be offended or not, Felix nodded. “Thank you. I take all of my training seriously” he responded simply.
Seeming satisfied with his answer, Myrin led the way back to the shrine, leaving Felix to heft the club and follow behind her. “So, are you really going to pray?” Myrin asked suddenly, a touch of incredulous disbelief in her voice. “To the shrine, that is.”
“Yeah. For a little while, at least. I mean, I guess I am technically here for a religious experience after all.” Felix was surprised to see Myrin snort and look away, a frown of disappointment crossing her face. “Is there something wrong with that?”
“I guess I just don’t see much of a point to praying.” She considered further for a moment, as if deciding how to phrase her concerns properly. “I don’t like the idea that I have to beg someone more powerful than me to get things done.”
Deciding to leave it at that, Felix shrugged, and nearly groaned at how sore his muscles were now that they had a moment to rest. “I can understand that. I’ve never given religion much thought in the past myself. I prefer to make things happen.”
“Yes, your father mentioned that about you once.” There was a noticeable touch of approval in Myrin’s voice that surprised Felix. It was possibly more than she intended, because she quickly scowled as she continued. “Of course, he also mentioned how you were a little too clever for your own good. Let me tell you Blondie, I hate clever people.”
“Then I’ll just never be clever.” Felix said, in a voice he hope sounded sincere.
Myrin actually stopped and narrowed her eyes at Felix for a minute over her shoulder, but seeing his blank and innocent expression, continued walking inside the shrine. “Well, while you’re praying, I’ll be setting up my room in the shrine. And drinking. Just yell if someone tries to stick a knife in you.” With a casual wave, she broke away from Felix and walked off down the hallways towards the shrine’s other bedroom.
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