Yvette - Occult Dev 2 Painful Lessons

[19:16] Though it was a bit disappointing, Eurya's face didn't reflect that - and she would nod at Sibylle's explanation. Maybe she had wanted to meet one, someone who could leap from body to body; but it had been for nothing, yet she heard the story of the Supreme's ritual with at least the hope of asking one herself; though knowing Cornelia wasn't around. Instead she decided to make mention of it to Ghede, or another like Anabelle.

If she could consistently run into them.

"Love comes in a lot of forms, Yvette - tough love is the best one. If someone just flatters you, and never pushes you, they don't actually love you; they just want you.

You should always be looking to be better. Than your teacher, than your friends or family, or whatever Queen, King, or Supreme you bow too... And you don't get that way by being pampered." Anabelle's mentality had certainly soaked in over the years - the woman nowhopping off of the counter, much to the shopkeepers relief. It seemed she was ready to leave; and glanced over towards Sibylle.

"Thank you for regaling us with your exploits - you certainly have many stories to tell, it seems. Hopefully we can talk more soon, and I can learn better. For now? It's time for me to go teach the spooky Occult stuff."

A wave offered, towards her and then to Grendel before the woman would turn and gesture to Yvette. "Come on, time to get corrupted and hopefully learn something. You ready?" Their was humor in her voice as she took a step towards the Vale, waiting to see if Yvette was ready to accompany her.
(Eurya)
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[19:16] Lemuria Augustus asks, "Hm?"
[19:16] Deimos says, "I have to go remind someone..."
[19:17] Lemuria Augustus says, "Oh."
[19:17] Deimos says, "What fear means."
[19:17] Lemuria Augustus says, "Be safe."
[19:17] Deimos says, "I will."
[19:25] Tough love was starting to sound a lot worse than no love. Though, it was a lot like Astrid had said the other day. So, maybe that was just a common belief in the village? Well it wasn't a bad one, per se in her mind. It'd also explain how the village had beaten back Osrona throughout the years.

"Well, alright... Right, love is hurting someone so they do better. Wanting is flattery I'll try to keep that in mind." It was clear that maybe she wasn't internalizing it as easily as might have been wanted. Then again it wasn't as if she'd heard a better explanation on love.

Looking at Sibylle as Eurya spoke to them. This time they took a good look, wondering what the skin-walker would look like next time they saw him. Then her attention was taken back by Eurya, a hand rose, finger extended as her mouth opened in response to that statement.

"I! Uh... That-" Well, it was a loss of words at-least with a grunt she'd just hop up to follow in step. "Whatever, let's go get started."
(Yvette)
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[19:26] Eurya says, "Be safe everyone, if you need me I'll be in the Vale."
[19:26] Yvette says, "Aww bunnies."
[19:26] Yvette says, "This place is a lot larger than I thought it'd be..."
[19:35] The woman walked with that of a firm step, though if one could read emotions or minds? They'd know that she was actually a nervous wreck, even if her confidence had surged in her years as an Occultist. Teaching someone? Wasn't something she had grown good at yet, and was afraid of making a misstep, yet was ready to try her best - wanting to exceed Anabelle's own lessons, which were often times scarce; yet effective.

The spot of training? Would be the same place where Grendel once beat her down - away from the grass as to not wilt it, Occult seeming to flourish and contort from her body; a smoky black and orange mist that covered her form. "The Vale is large, and a place full of Spirits - it's the best place to learn, always steeped in shadow." Though nervous, it didn't sound like that - and as they stepped, Eurya's arm rose.

From it? A shadow, shooting out of her sleeve; hitting the ground in a plume of smoke before it would slither off to nearby bushes, a snake like entity that was reflective of her own Guardian. A command had been given - and as it rustled into the bushes? Out came a cage, full of bunnies - cute and fluffy, a wonder how Eurya ever caught them, the snake born from the shadows struggling to drag them over. A slow and painful process since it's size was so small, so much less impressive than Anabelle's own shadow; yet Eurya offered it no help.

Yet Eurya offered it no help.

"The Occult is a dark practice, Yvette - I want to make that abundantly clear. Good men and women lose their minds and become darker shades of their past personality - they become corrupted beyond belief, and act on their aggression and rage; some becoming he sheer embodiments of those feelings, over time." Speaking on Sin, she had never seen it in person; but read from books of people embodying those things to its fullest.

"Others, are like myself - the Occult feeds on negativity, and brings it out; it changes us, but we still stay sane to a degree, yet we harbor darker intent. I was once shy, and quiet - embarrassed, lacking confident; no control over my life... Now I'm outspoken. Murder seems easy, and I hold no love for those in the city; I act out on the things I want, and /will/ get them by any means necessary... I'll never starve, I'll never do without, I'll never bow and if I want something, or someone, I make a move for it." Eurya spoke firmly - recounting prior lessons with Anabelle, how she spelled out the difference between who Eurya used to be, and who Eurya was trying to become.

Someone who held control.

"Are you sure you want for this?... Once you put your foot in the door, I'll expect you to open it; but as your mentor, I'll be at your side for as much as I can be - and will help you from now, until the end of my life."
(Eurya)
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[19:55] Hues of the most vibrant shade of Sienna gazed across the Vale as they stood within it. As if looking for the spirits that she was told haunted this place. Yet, rather than ghosts of the dead all she saw were bunnies. Which, wasn't something you saw in Theria. Animals in general but bunnies especially. They just normally didn't have what it took to survive int eh cold north.

However, the moment Eurya began to speak that vibrant gaze shifted back to the woman. Gazing on them intently as they watched the corruption of mana start to flourish about there form. It was a beautiful thing in a lot of ways. Raw power personified yet as her eyes followed the curling black and orange hues it'd eventually settle back upon her face.

The note of nervousness wasn't something she'd picked up on. Not fully at-least, perhaps if Yvette had been a little sharper or a little more experienced she might have. So, as the shadowy serpent darted out into the bushes to... Retrieve a cage of bunnies. Yvette's jaw almost dropped. Serioulsy? Why was there just a... Her gaze returned to Eurya, suspiciously squinting a them. This had to have been planned.

Now came about what she'd expected to start it... An explanation upon the Occult and what it did to people. Acting on raw emotions? Well that made some sense after all Yvette was prone to fits of emotions herself. It was partially how she'd ended up in Moonfall. Now though she'd just listen quietly to Eurya's tale.

So, her mentor had been a bit spineless before learning the Occult? That was surprising to be sure. It wasn't really an image of the woman Yvette could match up in her mind. Just didn't make much sense really, no magic changed someone that much.

Plus if all it did was make her more confident and aggressive? Well, Yvette was already those things so she had nothing to fear what-so-ever. Her hands came up to cross her chest as the real questions began. Her mouth opened slightly at the notion of Eurya being there for the entire ordeal... For her entire life.

That was a constant that she'd never had. Not as a young orphan on the streets of Theria and not as the leader of the Mongrels. An admittedly terribly named group of street urchins she'd ran around with for a time.

Her hand came up to scratch her cheek as she glanced to the side. Thinking it over for a second. Then she looked back to Eurya offering a cheeky grin, nodding as she spoke.

"I wan this and don't worry, I can handle it. I won't let you do."
(Yvette)
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[20:09] It had infact, been planned.

Eurya was taking the lesson seriously, and as the cage was brought over - she'd gesture a finger to the snake, which curled and climbed up to the top of it - the billowing shadow of an entity seeming to reflect her will, and bow to her every command; a stemming of her psyche, as Belu was to Anabelle - or Ralt was once to Anathe. "I know you won't - don't worry."

Such faith. Eurya knew her and Yvette weren't alike - the pale reflection of the blonde haired girl Eurya once was not reflected in the face of someone more confident, more figured out, than she had ever been prior - yet the same faith that Anabelle had given, faith the drove Eurya to greater heights, was shared regardless. The cage was opened, and from it? The fluffiest of the bunnies, cute and soft - kicking and trying to escape as Eurya set it on top of the cage, with the snake immediately lurching to bind the defenseless animal; leaving it helpless in its grasp. "The Occult can be used for many things - it takes many forms."

"One form, just power." A flick of her rest - the expanding of a black orb, steeped in just raw Occult, launched from her hand to aimlessly crash into a nearby rock. "Destruction, at its finest... But masters of the Occult, people who can push it to greater heights, are able to do much more... From controlling ones emotions, to corrupting the innocent, to stealing the very soul; as I aspire to newer heights, the last is my goal." The control of souls - Eurya twisted her arm and flexed her hand, sleeves rolled up on each of those scarred arms as she approached the cage brought by her servant.

A hand hovering over the Rabbit. "The occult can be the most powerful tool, if used correctly."

And like that, from the scarred palm of the woman to the back of the rabbit, a black mist would flow - seeming to soak into the creature as its panic became evident, the black furred bundle of joy and energy seeming to start screaming as Eurya reached past; past flesh and bone, circuits and mana, past to something more primordial - it's Soul.

From the back of the Rabbit came the ebbing of white and blue mist, flowing up past the downpour of black Occult to rise into Eurya's palm as she focused; blood beginning to drip down from the Occultists nose. She was taking something precious, and soon the black fur of the animal would start to turn a stark grey.

Its struggles slowing until Eurya released it, the creature collapsing from stress in its exhausted state, aged and worn. "We can take things, that aren't ours." And maybe in the right light, Eurya looked a bit more youthful - but maybe it was ones imagination, as she smiled the way of Yvette.

A sickening crunch resounding through the Vale as the shadowed snake began eating the barely living prey, and Eurya moved on to anew Rabbit. "Absolute control of Death and Souls is a far off possibility right now though - for now? I want you to focus your mana out - resound it through your hand, and feed into more negative emotions. Think of people you hate, or things you were starved of.

Let it stain your mana, and make those feelings something physical - the push your influence out, and kill this rabbit. A start." Eurya demonstrated again - as she had with the boulder before, the woman created a orb of Occult mana, and this time? She let it hover in her palm, instead of throwing it in any direction.

"Don't feel bad if you don't get it on your first try."
(Eurya)
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[20:31] A scoff was the first reaction to being told not to worry a little sound as if to say, who was worrying? Though, her ego was calmed down a little immediately after-wards. Watching the way in which Eurya picked up the rabbit and nestled it atop the cage. Frowning softly as that shadowy snake coiled about the rabbit. Keeping it locked there to the top of the cage.

Yvette might have stared at the showing of the shadow serpent and the snake if Eurya hadn't started speaking again. Her gaze shifting from the intertwined beings to Eurya and her words. She'd almost whisper along with the words as 'Power' was spoken. Watching the orb of Occultism flicked to destroy a bolder. It'd taken so little effort for the orb to do what Yvette would have had to scream her lungs out to achieve.

Sienna hues flicked back to Eurya as she delved into the deeper styles of Occultism. What they could do, what they could achieve with the intricate powers of the dark magic. Control and Corruption being mentioned brought a little bit of a raised brow. Was that something like... Well, what had Eurya said earlier? Ready to be corrupted? A flicker of confusion crossed the brawler's expression. Was what was happening right now her wants?

Or was it Euryas?

Then she blinked, the talk of souls being the catalyst for a decision. Naturally that decision was that of course it was Yvette's choice. No one could force her to do anything she didn't want. Well, that might not be true but it had proven close enough so far.

Her gaze followed the rolling of Eurya's sleeves, traling along her scarred and battered looking arms. That wasn't normal... How much was self-inflicted and how much was others? Idly the younger teen hoped she wouldn't have to suffer like that. Sure getting hurt was one thing but that looked more like being tortured.

However, what came next put a chill down the youths spine as the life-force was visible plucked from the rabbit. Now that was worse than eating a baby in her mind. That wasn't right at all! Then there came the swift ending of that beleaguered animal. Considering it was already nearly on deaths door that was for the best.

"Alright... Just chanel my negative emotions... Into mana, right, right. Just kill the rabbit. Pfft, that'll be easy yea." She seemed to be rambling slightly as her gaze settled upon the orb of negative Karma that was floating in Eurya's hands.

Just had to mimic that? Yea, that would be easy! Her own hands came together and she just looked at them. Negativity, she could do that. She was always made about a lot of things. Then why wasn't she mad right now?

The young brawler conjured a swirling tumultuous mess of winds into her hands. Looking at it closely, grunting as she tried to think up what to corrupt her mana with. She was angry at losingto people in her fights but.... There was no flush of negative power there.

What else? Her mind raced, she'd gotten mad about beign hungry as a child! While those others with there families got fat. Her teeth began to grind loudly as she thought about those times in her youth when she'd went without. Her wind magic flickered for a moments.

"Damn, damn, damn! Why's this so freaking hard!"

It just wasn't coming together like she wanted it to. Her glare shifted from her hands to the Rabbit atop the cage, then back to Eurya's own manifestation. That was it, all she had to do was give it a try!

After-all she was more of a hands on learner anyways. Her hands darted out in a flash, wrapped in those corrupted winds as they gripped the orb that floated in Eurya's palm. Trying to rip it away like a ball, trying to force the orb to maintain it's shape.

If she managed it she'd heft the orb up over her head and toss it like a dodge-ball at the rabbit. If she failed? Well burnt hands was all she'd gain from it.
(Yvette)
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[20:48] Eurya's eyes were always on the face of Yvette - always watching. Any flicker of emotion, any stain of doubt; curiosity towards her young pupil's desires, and wants, resting across the face of Eurya - and it quickly became apparently why her shadow took the form of a shake, when let free; Eurya was very much like one. Waiting to strike at any opportunity, find any weakness, something to abuse and work with towards a better result - to make Yvette and Occultist, like Eurya herself had become.

The woman was still relishing in draining away something from the poor creature - a taboo that she had dipped in only once before, when trying to control Anathe; it was abused to its fullest in the moment the rabbit suffered, yet it was far from perfected; the creature still having been alive after her attempt.

Yet she wouldn't say that to Yvette, as she wanted to continue to inspire confidence.

She watched as Yvette conjured winds to her hand - staying quiet, not letting anything slip towards her opinions on the situation. She didn't praise, or scold, the girls attempts; letting her walk the path on her own, to see the outcome at the end. To know what Yvette was capable of - the grinding of Yvette's teeth being like music to Eurya's ears, and the flickering winds were noted as Eurya's eyes fell to the girls palms.

It seemed like it may have been a bit too much - Eurya going to say something, but the soft pink eyes seemed to light up as Yvette moved and grabbed at her own Occult. The manifestations of Eurya's negative emotions.

And Eurya let her.

The first thing, Yvette would find is that it was hot - taking someone's concentrated mana from them was never a good idea, and trying to use it as their own? Was worse. Yet the orb of corruption maintained its form as it was taken, at Eurya's will; the woman seeming thoroughly amused at Yvette's plan.

The second thing Yvette found? Was what went into making the orb. Immediately insecurities seemed to flood out, Eurya's own negativity staining Yvette's - as if flowing into Yvette's circuits, through her body and into her mind; she'd feel vast inadequacy. Frustrations at being imperfect, the feeling of emptiness, a surge of being alone, and the hatred over a lack of Control.

And the desire for power, that had taken Eurya's entire life into a new direction.

The emotions she felt were all things that went into turning Eurya into an Occultist, when she was much younger - those feelings flowing from teacher to student. Then? Then? She'd find the Occult orb answer her, and she'd succeed at throwing it at the rabbit.

Yet where Eurya's initial demonstration had been just a minor explosion? This one would be a large plume, Eurya's influence no longer letting it keep its shape; the rabbit atop the cage, the rabbits inside, and the cage itself being caught in the burst of Occultic explosion; the heat of the wind burning at Eurya's cheeks as it passed her by.

A whistle.

"Well... That's certainly a.. Hands on approach." The comment was made with a sense of whimsy to her voice - Eurya looking at the smoldering remains of where the rabbits once rested; her lips occasionally twitching at the burning smell of their charred corpses, hidden by the remaining smoke. ".. You certainly are a curious one." Now Eurya stepped forward, drawing a dagger that she raised to place into her mouth.

Each of her hands grabbing the mildly burned ones of Yvette, as she spoke again; the snake having slithered up Eurya's form to sit on her shoulder, and take the knife held in her mouth into its own to free her up to talk. "..How'd that feel, Yvette?" She'd continue holding her pupils hands, but would then let go; gesturing to them.

"Hold your palm up, facing the sky. Right one, please."
(Eurya)
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[21:05] At first all she thought was the word damn, over and over again as she gripped the orb. Because it was so damn hot, because she felt so damn stupid for trying it, and because she'd felt so damn weak having to steal someone else achievement.

That's when the flood of negative emotions started up, probably already starting to take effect as she held the orb. It was emotions that she'd not expected but it proved something Eurya had said before. She really was a lot different than she appeared. Though it was that self-pity and loneliness that was really digging at Yvette.

It was a prod at her own emotions, finding others was easy. Forcing some of them to obey was even easier but she'd never had anyone close growing up and it was only recently that people had started taking interest in her. Why? She'd let out a roar as the orb was hurled at the cage.

They'd taken interest because of her power, simple as that.

That'swhat dug at her, the idea of only being worth something to others because of her strength. Who were they to look at her and see a weapon? Even the Ardent shields had only show interest when she cracked a few skulls. Even the Black Order with it's talk of heroism only took note as she fought it's Knights.

Yvette glared at the stinking wreckage of meat and steel, intertwined by the corrosive fires of self-hatred and anger. Her glare shifted to Eurya easily as she started to speak. The teen was still confused and angry, her lips pulling back to openly bare them towards her teacher as she saw the blade.

Her anger twisted a little as it turned to pain, her burned hands being taken up by Eurya. Her expression shifted a little, softening from anger back to a more steady emotion. "It felt... Terrible, I feel terrible... You... You feel terrible." she'd known the mana she'd felt was more the concentrated emotions of Eurya. So, as she spoke her gaze softened just a bit.

She wasn't an Occultist and despite being violent wasn't a monster. That much could be seen. As she was ordered her right hand raised upwards, palm facing the sky. "Like this?"
(Yvette)
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[21:12] "That's what it took... I was pathetic before, it took so much work for me to become somebody... and I'm still not there yet. Those things always are a part of me." Eurya had smiled at the girl, the softening gaze being seen as maybe pity - Eurya chuckling as she watched Yvette upturn her hand. "It took too terribly much for me to be /real/� Other people? You'll come to learn are Dolls - they're playthings, they never take the steps to become people.

They'll never be more... Their are few like us in the world, Yvette. I'm one of them - Anabelle's another, she's what made me /real/." The dagger was taken from the snake, its blade eyed by the Occultist as she stood in the billowing black and orange flames of her mana; pink eyes glowing amidst the darkened hue's of mana. She remembered fondly her lessons by Anabelle, the journey up until now, and she smiled proudly at the changes.

But she wanted more - more power, more rage. And attention - greedily wanting people to look at her, as they once looked at her best friend; Anathe.

The dagger was taken into her hand and gripped tightly before it was brought down - the blade abruptly striking bare flesh, through skin and muscles, to pierce out the back of Yvette's hand. It lingered a moment, and Eurya ripped the knife out in one clean move - leaving the gaping hole of a wound in Yvette's hand as she stepped away.

Watching for her reaction - and not explaining why quite yet as the knife was held firmly between white knuckles; Eurya seeming to be obscured by the shadows of her Occult.

Waiting, in the same way her mentor once had before.
(Eurya)
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[21:27] It really was something that was a part of them but if it remained what was the point? She was still just as miserable as she had been before becoming an Occultist just now it was allowing her to take out those emotions on others. Her gaze flicked to the snake for a moment, at that blade held within it's mouth. "Playthings? That's something I'd never expected someone to say but... How can you tell the difference?

How do you know whose real and not, how'd you know I was real?" It was questions asked in confusion, the teen possible wasn't the smartest person but the curiosity was real. Though as she asked her attention had shifted back to Eurya's face. Which meant she wasn't paying much attention to the dagger, she saw it of course so it wasn't as if she didn't know it was there.

Just that she wasn't paying it all the attention it deserved. Which is why when it was jammed through her hand? The teen immediately freaked out her eyes widening as they were torn from Eurya's face towards her hand. Watching as that clean forged blade was pulled out from her hand.

The tears came almost immediately, this was worse than some burn. Worse by a lot, the pain wasn't something she was used to. She'd been beaten and faced starvation but it was never to the point where she was stabbed or at deaths door. Perhaps that's why she'd started to cry immediately.

However,it was that feeling of pain that tinged her sobs power. The ringing of her jagged breaths starting to rip the air around them as the noise radiated. Vibrations of raw sound starting to tear at the world about her. At Eurya, at the twisted mess of rabbits, the plants, the dirt, all of it started to be bombarded by wailing.

Her hand curled into a fist as she wrapped her hand around it. Holding it tightly as she watched the blood fall upon the ground. A gnashing of herteeth starting to add to the cacophony of noise abounding off of her.
(Yvette)
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[21:36] The questions were met with amusement - but then the agony, of her pupil was brought with that of curiosity. It was an act that was like history was repeating like a wheel, but Yvette wasn't so blind to pain. Eurya had met the dagger with pride and faith, but it seemed like Yvette was a different kind - where it hurt, and made her suffer, yet that wasn't what Eurya was looking for. She wasn't looking to /hurt/ her Pupil, and through the sobbing Eurya's arm reached out.

The hand grasped Yvette's wrist, and pulled her forward - the Occultist examining the wound of the poor girl, and her hand raised to run along the cut, blood scooped along the finger - then she raised it to her mouth, tasting the red liquid.

The taste of copper and rust immediately filled her mouth, and Eurya's nose wrinkled; then a giggle escaped her, followed by a hearty laugh among Yvette's sobs.

"I didn't - now I do. When I - first met myteacher, Anabelle.. I was thirteen. I was blond, I was skinny and starved, I was scared and I was lonely. I was forced into meeting her, and then she stabbed me - just like I did for you." Eurya spoke of her story while keeping her hold on Yvette, a roll of bandages removed to begin wrapping around Yvette's wounded hand, something Anabelle hadn't done for her back in the day. As it was wrapped? Yvette could see the scar, mirror her new wound, resting on the back of Eurya's hand; like a mark that would now connect them.

"I never understood what it meant.. She tasted my blood, and then started laughing - she said I was real, and seemed... Happy. I suppose the blood is the key, but I'll never know, because I'll never ask. I know all I need too, and don't need to know anything more.

But this mark, makes me happy... It makes me think I'm loved, and I said I would share it with any students I took; so when you're scared, or in doubt, or worried, you look at this mark okay? It's a sign that I'm always there when you need me."
Tough-love. It was referring back to what Eurya had told her at the shops, the tough-love of a sister-like figure showing in the warmth of Eurya's twisted, 'well-meaning' smile.

The bandages tied off, once the hand had been well wrapped.

"I'll take care of you for as long as you need me, alright?.. I'll teach you everything I know - and when the time comes, I expect you to do the things that're needed, okay? To kill people, hurt people, even if you might not understand why...

Know that, just like me stabbing you now, those things have a purpose; and that you should enjoy them, even if that angel on your shoulder says you shouldn't."
(Eurya)
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[21:56] It hurt a lot, that's all Yvette could think about as she gripped her hand. If she'd been a little less prepared her first thought would have been to lash out. Yet, she knew something like this was bound to happen. Though, knowing it was coming and being ready for it weren't exactly the same thing.

As Eurya took her hand, she'd start to settle down. Not stopping her sobbing but toning back the destructive nature of her magics. Less migraine inducing and more the sobbing of a normal person. Sienna hues watched as a finger was ran along her wound, watched as her blood was tasted by the older teen.

It just wasn't something you'd expect, the hearty laughter that came afterwards? It was even more confusing. Perhaps that's why Yvette's crying started to fade into nothing. Just sniffles and whimpers of pain, which as it turns out she wasn't good with. Real pain broke through the teen's exaggerated ego and broughther back to just being a fragile teen from Theria.

"That sounds pretty-" A soft whimper broke her train of thought. "-Messed up... Just stabbing people like this." She was without a doubt a little sore about it. After-all she'd put on a brave face and it'd been shown to have been more of a ruse than she'd liked. Watching as Eurya wrapped up the injury with gauze. It was clear that the scar she bore was a mimicy of Eurya's own and no doubt was mimicked upon the teacher of Eurya, Annabelle.

Sienna hues looked back up at Eurya as she spoke about how the mark made her feel loved. How it would be a beacon to call upon when she was alone or scarred. A reminder of a group who'd be around to help her. The teen's head started to bob as her free hand came up to wipe away at the tears and snot that'd started to stain her features.

"Thanks that's... That makes me happy. I'll, um, I'll not hesitate if I have to hurt people for us to be safe or... Do what we want and stuff but... Maybe, stab me a little less?" The question was asked sheepishly, as if she wasn't all that sure if it was something that could be asked.

Though the ideal of hurting others certainly didn't seem to phase her all tha tmuch. She'd look towards the ground for a moment. "So... I- I'm really not sure what to say right now this is a lot..."
(Yvette)
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[22:01] "I won't stab you again." That was said confidently as she kept her hand resting over the bandaged one of Yvette - and Eurya seemed kind of happy. It was nice to have a student, someone should could imprint her knowledge onto - in the days without Anathe? Eurya felt rather alone. Like she wouldn't amount to much, yet with the village picking up numbers again, and her picking up a student, she'd feel confident once more; ready to face the world, and whatever tomorrow had to bring. An event, to be certain.

"You may get hurt, terribly so - but I'll make sure you're never in any real danger.. For now? Homework, okay? We can end the lesson for now.

I want you to practice away from my side; either in sparring, or meditation, involve yourself with people who can help make you stronger okay? Practice your use of the Occult, because the next lesson may be a little rough.. Make it through that? And smooth sailing.

I'll also need you tomorrow. Anabelle says there's...Going to be a show - we're exploring ruins, me and her and others. I'd take you but you may be too young right now.. So be ready for when I return? I don't quite know what Anabelle has planned, but I want you to be there to see it."

With that, the lesson seemed to be over - the billowing of her Occult vanishing around her, her hand leaving the bandaged one of Yvette's. "You did good, for the first lesson - better than I did in mine, maybe.

Come on. Let's head back to the village and relax."

Eurya turned and started walking, though also unlike Anabelle? Would glance back to make sure her apprentice was following, instead of abandoning her immediately at the end of a lesson.
(Eurya)
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[22:03] Eurya says, "...Mmm.. Also, don't mention I'm your teacher. If other people are interested in learning? You can bring them along, but when talking about me mention me as 'Lady Grey', and not my real name please."
[22:03] Eurya says, "Safety concerns."
[22:09] Her lips curled a little at the assurance she wasn't going to be stabbed anymore. That was certainly better than the alternative of... Well, being stabbed more often. Her gaze settled upon the mirrored scar on display upon Eurya's hand. Knowing that once the bandages were removed she'd have the same kind of mark on her right hand as well.

Well that wasn't so bad. "Alright, so long as I'm not going to get eaten by you or anything once I get a bit older. Yeah I haven't forgotten that one." She'd joke about the first talk, of the eating babies. Though as she pulled her hand back the teen would bring it back to nestle it into her pocket. A safe spot for it to remain.

"It's alright, I trust you'll come back safe and sound. Maybe I can meet your teacher then as well... And- Uh." Noticing that Eurya was starting off, taking a look to make sure she was following the teen hoped after. Picking up pace to settle in beside them as they started out of the vale.

"I... Might have mentioned you were teaching me to some in the village but I can say Lady Grey, but you're not so grey so it... Not to bash your cool nickname and... Aha, I mean..." She'd just give a cough, deciding that line of thought wasn't doing her any favors.

Going silent as they headed back to the Village.
(Yvette)