Post by Princess Miroesa on Jul 30, 2011 13:42:17 GMT -5
Miroesa was sitting on a log of wood while waiting for the new teacher that was supposed to show her today how to work with sword...swordsmanship. No one told her the real reasons of why she had been assigned a new teacher. The old one was good, but apparently he lost his patience with her, well, not apparently, even if he tried to talk to her with the highest of the respects (she was royalty after all) he ended up having a burn out and called her incompetent, which slipped out of his lips while he lost his temper at her face. She was fragile at this time, still thinking about her mother’s death to protect her from the orcs. It resulted into her sobbing for hours and days and for the said teacher to be fired and kicked out Mineas Tirith.
She couldn’t help it; it wasn’t because she disliked the man. Well, she did dislike him after being called an incompetent but still, trying to get over death was something hard for her to do. She was her family, and now Boromir and his family were becoming hers. She was slowly growing used to the town Mineas Tirith, which was quite different from where she was living at, frankly, but she liked it, she liked how well protected it was and she had no doubts that no one would ever be able to break through the gates of the town.
So there she was, in the middle of the training yard, surrounded by guards who were training with each other. It was a bit odd for her to be there, not only because she was the only female around but mainly because she looked like a complete dwarf around them. She was so small, and they were so tall and, she had to admit nicely built. Oh she knew how a few royals would envy her for being into such a sacred place.
She stared down at her feet, sighing as she tried not to think about her dead mother, she could barely believe that before she used to be bubbly and cheerful but these days, smiling was a hard task.
She couldn’t help it; it wasn’t because she disliked the man. Well, she did dislike him after being called an incompetent but still, trying to get over death was something hard for her to do. She was her family, and now Boromir and his family were becoming hers. She was slowly growing used to the town Mineas Tirith, which was quite different from where she was living at, frankly, but she liked it, she liked how well protected it was and she had no doubts that no one would ever be able to break through the gates of the town.
So there she was, in the middle of the training yard, surrounded by guards who were training with each other. It was a bit odd for her to be there, not only because she was the only female around but mainly because she looked like a complete dwarf around them. She was so small, and they were so tall and, she had to admit nicely built. Oh she knew how a few royals would envy her for being into such a sacred place.
She stared down at her feet, sighing as she tried not to think about her dead mother, she could barely believe that before she used to be bubbly and cheerful but these days, smiling was a hard task.