Vania looked at her and blinked. Tilting her head. How was she a strange one? She did not understand that statement. She straightened her head and nodded her head. She looked away then back at her. Flushing a bit. "Yet if you are just breezing through...it will bring nothing but pain." She said. Facing the harp and looked off in thought. "Have a good morning Veronica." She said with a smile. She finished playing the harp. She was soon disrupted by Ponibio. "Yes?"<span style="color: #FFFF00">[i]Ponibio bowed to his liege. "You are needed on the combat training field. The master of arms wishes to train you in a new blade technique." He said simply. Waiting for her to rise and follow him. "I will take you to your room to dress in your armor." He then guided his liege to her room. Taking up stance on the wall right next to her door.[/i</span>] Vania sighed and followed Ponibio to her room. Dressing in the armor over the clothes that she wore. The master of arms picked some of the worst times to decide he wished to train her in new blade techniques. He usually picked different weapons. Once armored up again she followed Ponibio to the master of arms. A serious older gentleman who never seemed to smile.<span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">Master of arms...Faidel...waited for his "prince" to arrive so that he may begin to instruct her in a new rapier technique. He had out the training rapiers. When she arrived he merely tossed her one of the blades and took up a fighters stance. "Proceed to follow my every move. For we shall dance the dance of a new technique." The master of arms informed her. He began to thrust, strike then parry, Twirl his blade then slash it sideways only to pull it up at the last second. Watching as his liege followed and did almost opposite of his. This continued for many hours until he was satisfied that she had mastered the technique far enough today. "You have done well. That is all for today." The male said before putting the rapiers away and heading into his small shack at the far end of the combat field. He prefered to live there instead of within the castle walls.</span></span>Vania sighed and looked at Ponibio. It was already dark out when they headed back inside. The moment she entered her room she removed the armor. Sitting on the bed and yawned. It had been a long day. Shutting her door she dressed in a nightgown and crawled into bed. Falling asleep almost immediately.<br/><br/><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i1225.photobucket.com/albums/ee398/d20roll/DnD%20Elves/male%20elf/melf_drowcalecalistrian.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Faidel<br/>Occupation: Master of Arms<br/>Race: Drow