Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-5583506-20170727004849

Ylva yawned very similar to the way any canine would and scratched herself underneath one of her arms, looking over at Helaena with tired eyes as she smacked with her lips. "Uh, was it today we were supposed to have some sort of training out at the old quarry on the way to Cheydinhal?" she asked. "Or was that the next week? I have totally forgotten."

Helaena would know better than the sleepy werewolf that today was indeed the date.

"You know the drill, chaps!" Pierre exclaimed. "Get up, get clean, get dressed, get fed, get ready! Hands off the girls, but don't mind looking at them!" he snickered. "Unless you've forgotten, we are going out to the old northern quarry for some good old training. Sun is shining, yah? So what are you waiting for?"

As the girls got up, washed themselves off and got dressed, Juliana remained to make their beds for them or put a new pile of fresh clean clothes for them to wear. She liked to consider all the students as "her girls" and "her boys". Though the story wasn't well-known among them, even after five years, rumor had it that she was caring for them so much as a supplement to the children she would never have herself with the only man she had ever loved.

Sad as the rumor was, if it now indeed was just a rumor, Juliana always seemed happy to be around them and care for them.

Preacher scratched his stubble, glancing over at Gait as they sat in the dining hall, having recently finished the breakfast and were just now waiting for the children to come in and eat before they would be off to the quarry.

"So how goes Vin's training?" Preacher asked. "Heard that the Guildmaster gave you some special care there?"