Branwen looked down at Driscol and pulled a smile onto her face. "Thank you, dear.", She said in her usually cool fashion. She took the cup from his... hands. *Huh, claws, interesting.*, she studied the Ishnu, with her yellow-ish eyes. "You didn't have to do that.", Branwen sighed before taking a sip. *He's quiet, that's nice.*
"What's your name?", Branwen asked with a bored tone as she began making her way outside. Her grey cloak waved neatly behind her as she walked with long strides.

Gale kick the door of the training ground open, apparently his own pet had decided not to follow him or maby they did and he was too blinded by his emotions to notice, he was too busy looking for an unsuspecting object to turn to dust to realy care.

Pulling a sword off of a nearby display he rush to the training dummy, slicing his pray in half in one, rage fuelled blow. He kept hitting the thing over and over, leaving the mind numbing exercice ally itself to the adrenaline in his body until his rage subside only leaving wood ships, dust and others materials on his path.

It was only when he was done with his, now broken beyond repair, target that he noticed that he had used a wooden sword the whole time. He sigh and place it back on the display. This was his real power, strangely, negative emotions like rage and hatred alwais boosted his wearpon and strengh beyond what he should normaly be able to do, tho it also ment that he could not realy hold any grudges since those feelings were literaly used as fuel by his attack, supressing them for good afterward.

Driscol trotted after her quickly, tail swooshing slightly as he went. He looked up at his mistress and quietly replied with, "I'm Driscol, Ma'am." He liked her cloak. It seemed really cool, but he didn't say that. He sighed softly and continued to trot along. "Don't you need to form a party? You know, to survive out there."

Branwen was staring forwards by now. Her hair was pinned up into a bun that folded under the rest of her hair to keep it flat. "Nice to meet you Driscol, you can speak up some, you know that? Anyway, my name is Branwen." She pulled her hood up and opened the door leading to the back garden. Branwen made a left, seemingly into a hedge. She exited the other side to a small clearing that she had neatly taken care of. It had two chairs and a table towards the far right corner. "Possibly, but I find the others to be loud, over-emotional children.", Branwen sighed, taking a seat. "I prefer being alone, I focus better if I don't have to babysit. I was raised like that, I was raised to be strong without a group."

(@Cian lol I'm assuming Gale is nearby then? xD @Everybody oof heres my daily ping :p)

I heard a loud commotion outside, someone barging in and leaving in a rush. They sounded pretty angry...

Maybe it was Gale.

I left the storage room, re-tying the sheathes onto my belt and shoulder strap, they slid comfortably into their respective places. I adjusted the strap a little bit so it wasn't caught on my shirt.

He was brushing the leftover dust from his sleaves when someone came out of the storage room behind him, instinctively his hand went back on the wearpon he was previously using as he turn around. " Oh, hi Cypress i didnt though you had came here too. Well, not like i was realy able to notice you but..." He giggle with a sheepish smile. " Anyway, let's forget about that!"

I blinked, my eyes wandering to the massacred dummy. Right.

I wiped the short blade on my shirt and slid it into its sheath on my hip.

"Hello." I said curtly. "I was just fetching my weapons from the storage, I had intrusted them to the girl who does upkeep. I was actually going to head out to Field with my Ishnu."

" Oh, sound fun, can i come ? I dont realy know where my Ishnu is but she will most likely catch on eventualy." He wasn't too woryed for Morro, she was freakishly tall so she would have a hard time not being noticed if she try somthing and se could probably see him preaty quickly.

(Sorry for not responding for a hit, I've been busy)
Zev followed his master but didn't go any further when he saw the destroyed mannequin.

I glanced behind me, Zev was nervously looking at the dummy.

I looked back at Gale.

He seemed a little...worked up? I wasn't sure what to think but it didn't seem like Zev liked him very much. But I couldn't refuse Gale either.

Oh well, Zev will get over it, and if Gale tries anything I'll be there.

I nodded slowly, beckoning for Zev with my hand as I turned around towards the backdoors that opened up into the field.