Somewhere in the back streets of Draega. Hayll, Terreille.

[harpy_daughter]

Surreal was rather sure she was going to want to kill someone when this was all over, and it was most likely going to be herself.

Her opponent couldn't match her mastery of Titian's knifework, for which Surreal felt a fierce surge of pride, but she was getting her ass handed to her in hand-to-hand. Repeatedly. Her bruises had bruises.

"I hate you," she said, conversationally, for about the thousandth time as she hauled herself off the cobblestones and brushed dirt off her face before settling back into a ready stance. "I could be bonding with my fellow students right now over yet another cultural experience that I have no context to understand, but no. You got lonely and missed my smile and company."

Oh, she was so going to get thwapped for that.

[OOC: NFB, for the teacher.]

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[sadist-son.livejournal.com]

Daemon settled back onto his feet, a few paces away, as easily as if he'd been taking a half-step away.

"Waking up for a proper training when Tersa and I take the time to come all the way to that little island? I hardly think that counts as 'giving away your advantage,' Surreal."

Had it been Lucivar fetching her, she would have been dumped in the duck pond somewhere along the way.

[Heading home now! Will continue pinging in an hour or two!]

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Growing girl, need my sleep, didn't want to interrupt anything you had planned." Right, she was just going to lay there for a moment until the clouds stopped spinning.

"'Sides, didn't think you'd manage to pry Tersa away from all the girls and boys who clearly needed their milk that fast."

[sadist-son.livejournal.com]

Take your time, Surreal. Daemon wouldn't hit you while you were down. He wasn't always channelling the Sadist, after all.

"She decided it would be more important to be certain that I played nice with my brother. Lucivar and I have a bit of a history of misbehaving, when in one another's company."

Scuffles and scraps that ended in bloodshed more often for the people around them than themselves, but that was hardly the point. Or maybe that absolutely was the point.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

He was trying to teach her, not beat her to death. Surreal wasn't worried about a kick to the ribs while she was down.

"I wonder where she would have gotten the idea that you misbehave," she replied dryly. "I can't imagine you being anything less than a Courtly gentleman."

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No.

[sadist-son.livejournal.com]

"Looking back on the stream of foul language that was pouring from your mouth that day, I find it difficult to believe that you don't possess the capacity to imagine anything you please," Sadi commented, idly lifting his hand to brush a spot of dust from his sleeve. "Lucivar and I are of course, always at our best behaviour."

Which was, naturally, why they were so rarely seen in the same building at the same time.