Lydia sat on the couch and fiddled with her skirt.
"What's up?"
"Teach me to do anal."
Elunara blinked. "Well, then."
She blushed. "I... liked..."
"Don't have to explain." Elunara shook her head. "I will teach you this on one condition."
"Alright."
"You'll go back to training."
Lydia jolted. "What?" She shook her head. "No! I HATE it! You said that I didn't have to do ANYTHING I hated!"
"That was before you beat the shit out of one of our best trained soldiers. What you did to Bradly was nothing short of amazing. You WILL be going back, because if you can berserker rage like that... Sweetheart, you're going to kill somebody by accident. I want you to go back, and I want you to train under Grogek."
"Bwuah? Grogek?"
"He can train you in my style. When I can't train you, he can. I warn you, he's meaner, tougher, and less forgiving. You can't come and go as you please, either."
Lydia started crying. "But, I don't want to!"
"Lydia, you NEED to."
"No!" She jumped up, and ran out of the door.
Elunara sighed. "Oh, that girl..."
Darguni dragged his hair out of his face. With a sigh, he made his way up to his favorite spot. Lydia was sitting there, arms wrapped around her legs and her forehead on her knees. He flopped down beside her. "Fancy meeting you here."
Lydia stuck her hand out.
He took the small package out of her hand. Opening it, he blinked. "Huh?"
"It's a hair tie." She sniffled. "I got it for you."
"Oh, hey, cool." He tugged his hair back. "I should have brought a hair brush." She stood up and got behind him, brushing his hair. Tugging it high on his head, she adjusted it to her liking. He chuckled and waited until she finished. Shaking his head back and forth he grinned. "Now that is much better."
"I see you fiddle with it a lot." She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward. "I thought this would help."
"It's awesome, thanks." He tugged her forward and covered her face in kisses. "So, tell me what's bugging you."
"Your mother wants me to go back to training."
"Well, with what you did to Bradly..."
"She wants me to train under Grogek."
He froze. "The shit?"
"She says he can train me in her style when she can't."
"Gods, my dad can be a right bastard; I don't think it's advisable. Hell, his training program is fucking wait listed. Only the best get in."
She curled up in his lap. "I don't even want to train under Jordan, why in gods would I want to train under Grogek?"
He cuddled her into his lap. "Don't do it."
"I'm not." She grumbled. "I'll just have to learn the other thing on my own."
"What other thing?"
"Nothing." She blushed.
"What secrets do you hide, my little love?"
"That... well, that "thing" you did last night?"
"Yeah?"
"I... I wanted her to teach me how to do it safely. I know... I know she wrote a guide on it. So, I thought that I could get lessons from her. Like she's done before." Lydia's face was on fire.
"Oh, really?" He grinned. "Liked it that much?"
"Hush, you."
"You know... I've read that book quite extensively..."
"I imagine you would." She muttered.
"I could help."
"But we don't have her tools."