My Daughter The Acolyte|Flux

[Kender Bard]

Kura yawned a little as she headed towards the Wrathful hall after her nap and a bite to eat. The night before she'd been too excited to sleep at all... which meant a further delay in her plans as she caught up on that missed sleep.

She peeked around inside the hall, chewing her bottom lip a bit. "Daddy!" she called out, hoping he was there.

[tuo]

After a few moments without a response one of the nearby priests called out to her. "Your dad stepped out a few minutes ago, now get lost before you get hurt kid."

[Kender Bard]

Kura had to bite her tongue to keep from shouting, 'Make me' in challenge to the priest. She couldn't afford to pick fights with the bigger, older priests this day, not when she had plans. Though where was her father now?

With an irritated sigh, she began to traverse the temple at random, questioning anyone who passed by on if they'd seen her father.

[tuo]

After a little bit of wandering, she's directed towards the cowards halls. As she goes near there, she spots Drake leaning against a wall casually as he peers about.

[Kender Bard]

"What are you doing here?" Kura asked. She looked at him and then glanced about before going to stand next to Drake and adopted a pose mimicking him nearly exactly - mostly to tease him.

[tuo]

Drake gave a small grunt. "Well, ever since the new high priest pretty much forbade scaring Cowards with there fears, I thought I might as well occasionally enforce that rule when I couldn't think of much else to do. What are you doing here?"

[Kender Bard]

Kura smiled and abandoned her posture to stand in front of him, her arms crossed. She puffed up her chest and tried to put all her weight onto the balls of her feet so she could look taller without resorting to tippy-toes.

"I wanna be a Wrathful," she announced.

[tuo]

Drake looked down at her, raising an eyebrow and a smile tugging at his lips. "Is that so? What makes you so sure already?"

[Kender Bard]

"Cause I want it!" Kura remarked stubbornly. "I like it there, the people make sense. Everyone else is just plain weird!" She stepped closer and latched onto him, grinning up at him. "And I want you to teach me!"

[tuo]

Drake smirked a little and started to walk around her slowly. "You think you can handle it then?" He demands as he pokes her stiffly in the shoulder. "Just because you get angry doesn't means you can be Wrath, you gotta be able to hold your own too."

[Kender Bard]

Kura swung at Drake's hand, trying to slap it, and missing by a great deal due to her slower reaction. "I can hold my own!" she confirmed, not entirely sure what that meant but figuring it was the right thing to say.

[tuo]

Drake suppressed a satisfied smile before continuing. "Well, maybe you can..better then most kids your age anyways. But can you control that anger too? That's almost as important as being able to fight sometimes." He gives her another stiff poke, this time to her temple. "Get predictable and you're just an angry thug who has no right to the robes in the first place."

[Kender Bard]

Kura frowned and swung at Drake's hand again, quicker this time. "I'm not a thug! Why you gotta control it? YOU don't...!"

Or at least she didn't think he did. Or any Wrathful. Really she didn't see a great deal of restraint shown by anyone there, in her eyes.

[tuo]

Drake quickly grabbed her wrist as she swung out and held it firmly. "If the wrathful didn't have some measure of control, we'd probably all be dead or outcast from the temple before now. Why do you think we focus most of our energies on just beating each other up? We hardly ever even use deadly weapons without knowing there's some healing water nearby." He let go of her wrist and opened arms wide, indicating for her to take a swing at him. "You have to know your limits, know how to push them and know when to not piss off somebody clearly a better fighter then you are. At least that's how I see it now."

[Kender Bard]

"Well I know not to do the latter," Kura remarked, looking Drake over cautiously before, with a smirk, taking a swing at his groin. She was, after all, the right height for it.