"Hey, Darguni... want to have some fun?"
He licked his lips. "Hey, Quinn..." His eyes tracked away. "Uh, yeah, not today." Jogging off, he caught up with Lydia.
Quinn stood there and blinked. She had to tell somebody.
"Did you talk to mom?"
"Yeah..." Lydia sighed and brushed her hair out of her face. "She's willing to let me practice with her, but no more than the usual schedule. She'll let me do the weapon tattoo, but my dumb self left it at training yesterday. I have to retrieve it."
"I'll go with you."
"Thanks." She sighed. "Now, I have to figure out what I really want to do with myself."
"Anything you want, we'll support you." He put his hands behind his head.
"I feel dumb."
"Why?"
"Because all I want to do is sing and look pretty."
He chuckled. "Well, you've got the pretty part down... and your singing is amazing..."
With a giggle, she grinned at him. "You have any idea how long I've wanted to hear you call me pretty?"
"Yeah, well..." He blushed. "I had to come to the realization that you could BE pretty." He stuck his tongue out.
Without thinking, she stood on her toes and captured his tongue with her lips. He blinked at her, before wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing into the kiss.
"Can't you two keep your hands off each other for five minutes?"
Darguni jerked back. "Dad!"
Grogek shook his head. "You are so your mother."
Lydia blushed. "I... I need my staff." She scooted away.
Jordan was currently reaming Bradly, but Lydia ignored them and poked through the weapon racks. "Sir? Where's my staff?" She bit her lip.
"Bradly broke it."
Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open.
Jordan put the two pieces in her hands. "That's why you should maintain your weapon at home, and not leave it with the training gear!"
Holding a piece in each hand, she looked back and forth. "You..."
"Sweetheart, it was an accident... I fell..."
"YOU BROKE MY STAFF?" She shrieked.
"Oh, shit." He held up his hands. "I didn't mean to, it was just a silly accident."
Jordan crossed his arms. "If you'd been listening, and not dicking around, you wouldn't have even had the staff in your hand."
She shot out at him, swinging both parts of the staff. "YOU STUPID ASS! THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I OWN!"
"Shit, shit, shit." Bradly tried with some desperation to block her attacks.
"Fight her back!" Jordan called.
"But, I can't... she's..."
"Don't pull that "girl" shit on me. Don't even try the "girlfriend" excuse. When you are being attacked by an opponent, your end goal is to BRING THEM DOWN! If you can't bring down your completely enraged girlfriend, then how are you going to fight in an actual battle?"
Bradly summoned his sword. "FINE!"
Elunara just stood on the platform, staring. "Where the hell did this come from?"
Darguni winced. "Bradly broke her staff."
"Oof."
"Gods, Lydia! I'm sorry! It was a complete accident! I shouldn't have picked it up."
By this point, she wasn't listening, she was just attacking. He tried several times to take her down, but she was lighter and quicker than him. She dodged under him effortlessly, and went for the attack. She cracked him in the back of the head hard enough, that she knocked him out. Holding up her pieces, she went to attack his prone form.
Darguni dove in, taking the hit for his brother.
Lydia blinked down at the pair of them. "What the... what?" She dropped the pieces and held her head. "What have I done?" Her fingers raked through her hair.
"Well, that's going to bruise." He winced. She backed away, before turning to run. His hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist. "Not a chance, sweet pea."
"What the HELL was THAT?" Elunara dropped down into the ring.
Jordan cocked his head to the side. "If you came to training more often, we could harness that."
"I don't WANT to harness... whatever it is I just did! I just want to be a singer!" Tears ran down her cheeks.
"Move, big brother."
Darguni shifted off of Bradly, but refused to release his hold on Lydia.
Elunara ran her healing energy over Bradly.
"Gods, is he ok?" Lydia whimpered.
"He'll be fine. He'll just have a nasty headache."
"I was just so angry." She whispered. "You can let go, I'm not going to run."
He released his grip on her arm and frowned. "Shit, I'm sorry."
She stared at the bruises on her wrist. "I guess that's the least of my worries."
"Ugh, my head."