<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">Her large green eyes studied the two instructors, her ears up and attentive as they spoke, and she found herself admiring the bond the pair had with one another. That bond was honed over many missions and undoubtedly had saved each of their lives many times, K’risti silently reminded herself that she would have to give over her very being to her Guardian in order to develop such a trust and respect that the two instructors shared. She would have to share her thoughts, fears, aspirations, and desires with the one bound to protect her physical being, she would have to build that trust and respect, allow her partner’s skills to marry with hers, if they were to be successful and survive these ordeals pressed upon them. K’risti found Olaf an intimidating presence and his final words shook her confidence a bit, as the reality of danger and death was brought into such clear focus. When he turned and followed his Magnus, K’risti couldn’t help but feel that any returning lone member, whether Magnus or Guardian would be looked upon by the Order as one who failed in deed and principle, regardless of the circumstances surrounding their lone return. </span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"> </span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">The lithe catfolk suddenly gasped for air, as she had been holding her breath through the announcement, and then twitched her nose and ears to relieve the tenseness she had built up. Crysalis meowed quietly into her ear from his perch on her right shoulder and back, he had felt her tenseness, and in his own way was reassuring his mistress that things would work their way out for the betterment of all. Her beliefs of goodness, order, and faith fueled her heart to beat steady, which rushed fresh blood to her brain, cleansing her mind bringing clarity of thought to the forefront, replacing her fears and doubts. She had to be strong now, for the Order, for her Guardian, and for herself. </span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"> </span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">K’risti lifted her head up to follow the instructors departing forms, and silently vowed to be like them, before turning her wide bright eyes to her partner with a quizzical look; curious as to his thoughts on the matter at hand, and which mission was right for them?</span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"></span>