Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-5583506-20170727011901

Ylva cocked her head, looking inquisitively at Helaena before raising her eyebrows. She had never really quite gotten why Helaena seemed to be afraid of her. It wasn't like they had quarreled or something like she did with Bethany all the time.

"Ah, good", she said, scratching herself behind the ear. "I need the exercise."

"I think you got plenty of that last night", Bethany remarked coldly from behind.

"I couldn't help that that last step was loose!" Ylva snapped.

"It could've just been due to your ridiculous extra weight."

Ylva growled. "Hey! They are not that big! And that step was a work of shitty architecture, you parasite."

"I am surprised you even know what architecture means", Bethany replied calmly, not having a single ounce of emotion in her voice. "I figured a dog's brain would be relatively small, but definitely bigger than yours."

Ylva already seemed to be fuming and seemed to be getting herself ready to lunge at the vampire. That was until Juliana approached from behind and patted Ylva over her head with a smile.

"Feeling better?"

Ylva grumbled. "A little."

"Good", Juliana snickered and gave the werewolf a light slap on the tush. "Then get ready. The same goes to you as well, Helaena. Bethany."

The half-breed nodded.

"Extra weight." Ylva tasted on the words disapprovingly. "They are not that big, are they?" She looked over at Helaena askingly.

Preacher gave Drac a subtle nod back as the student entered the dining hall.

"That's good", Preacher said. "I don't recall ever being so positive about training when I first arrived here."

He took a swig from a mug of cyrodilic brandy.

"Concerning what happened last night with..." He snapped with his fingers. "What's her name? The wolf girl? Ylva? I was thinking that maybe you would be the go-to person for her to learn some self-control. She certainly terrified some of the servants and she was..."

Preacher chuckled slightly. "Well, let's just say she made it very clear that she didn't want to be restrained or put behind lock and door." He rolled up the sleeve of his robe to reveal a dark mark of blunt force.