The group at large began to move away from the platform and Qatrand found herself walking between Ondua and Navuill at the tail end. With ceremonial chain across her chest that reminded her of her new responsibilities and a shoulder mantle on one side that kept her thinking about her swordsmanship style - as much as any offer of training from Corde…
She felt genuinely optimistic about the future. Hard work was on the horizon when it came to managing this fledgling city, but she'd never shied away from trying her hardest. And she wasn't exactly alone in the matter, even if Elua was still on her way.
"So… you're a Dual-Primalist now while being younger than me? I have to admit, that was some impressive theater, cousin."
"Yes. Terrifying, but impressive. You should probably stop learning from my daughter."
