The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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Post by Zarha Sliva on Nov 1, 2022 19:29:26 GMT -5
for @berengar
It's been a couple of days since the talk through of how the side which she was on won and trust kept running through her mind and she really need to prove herself. She need to learn to trust but ever since her brother died she kind of lost what that looks like, feels like. To be able to trust, she know she can do it because she trusted people before. So been struggling to sleep because it been playing on her mind. So she thought the best person to ask would be Ber. It was her day off but she knew that Ber would be working. So she headed towards the wing to look for him.
When she got there she did notice his group training and she watched them train, they seemed to know what they was doing she watched from the sideline impressed with how they work together. in unison. Her heart yawns for. She take a seat watching them all taking it all in. She noticed Ber training away with his sword, some witches training with their magic as they have to train with their magic just as much as they do with the weapons. She keep her eyes softly on Ber though. When she got a chance she slowly walked up to him.
"Ber? can we talk about trust thing. I really need help and I don't trust anybody else to turn to apart from you." her voice seemed tired howevre honesty was coming through. She want to trust she really wanted this.
Ber was in the middle of an exercise when a voice from the side interrupted him. He turned to see Sliva standing there, took a moment to appreciate the irony of her interrupting his training, and prepared to turn back around when she spoke. Dark eyes narrowed. “What trust thing?” When had he and Sliva ever— “Is this about the exercise in the ballroom?” A pause, then he said, “I don’t know what there is to talk about, Sliva. Or why you think I can help you.” He gestured with his free hand to the people around them. “It’s simple. You support your teammates or you don’t. That’s all.”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Nov 1, 2022 20:10:38 GMT -5
Zahra nodded, Zahra doesn't blame him if he hated her for being a douch. "Yes this is about the ballroom, you seem so much better at being able to trust your teammates, I support my teammates, I know I was a idiot a fucking idiot in there with training. please? Can I at least train with you all. I do mean all of your group, if we.... if. if..... if we are going to um tie then we need to work as a group right?" There was eagerness to Zahra's voice a soft plea for help, forgiveness.
He shook his head. “There’s nothing to tie at. That was a one-time exercise that only happened because Woodwick caught us all in one place.” It wouldn’t happen again. And even if it did, she would have no reason to be fighting alongside him instead of against him. “Besides, we’re not the ones you need to train with. You have your group, I have mine. If you want to train with someone, go train with them.”
Zahra looked at him, she was defeated. "I might have my own but Woodwick want me to learn to trust them, lead them to get stronger" She looked down. "Woodwick right, i might aswell just leave, being a solider the only thing I am good at but i am don't want to push people away, but I don't want to loose you, I don't want to see you, Duncan die like my brother. you have friends you trust them and they trust you, and I want that. it hard for me to ask for help but if i loose this job then my siblings will go hungry. I don't know who else can help me?" She was trying to keep it together but her eyes were watery.
That was a lot to unpack. He had no idea what conversation she’d had with Woodwick or why he had told her to leave. And he had no idea who her brother was, what had happened to him, and why he was being mentioned at all when they were talking about her. After a moment’s consideration, Ber started with what he did understand: what had brought her here in the first place. “So you’re telling me you don’t know how to trust your troop,” He summarized, skipping over all mention of Woodwick because the man would probably show up if spoken of a third time and he did not need to deal with that as well. “And you’re trying to learn how by asking to train with my group.” He stared at her. Then: “Did you not go through the same training I did to get here, Sliva? Six years. Six years of learning how to fight in the military, how to work as a team to defeat an enemy army, and - and you’re telling me you learned nothing from it?” He shook his head again. “If you want to trust your team, and you want them to trust you, you need to work with them. Not me. Not Duncan. Them. You can’t train with us and hope that trust will carry over to your group. That’s not how that works.”
"Basically yeah I don't know how to trust my the group I am in. I learnt a lot how to use a sword, how to use an Ax how to use my magic and grow with the magic. I used to be able to trust people Ber." She went to the edge of the training wall. "I used to be life of the training yard. I wasn't always closed off. i used to be able to work as a team." She slides down the wall and sits on the ground. "I know trust can't carry over. I'm sorry. i'm foolish" she looked towards the group. hopeless
“If you haven’t learned in six years how to trust the soldiers on your team, then how will a conversation with me will change anything.” He sheathed his sword and crossed his arms, deliberating a moment before deciding to follow her and get this over with. “And if you used to work well with the other people in your group, then that means you do, in fact, know how to trust them. I don’t know how you can expect me to help you. Just go back to doing what you were doing before.” He remained standing as she slid down the wall like a puppet with her strings cut.
Zahra looked down to go back to what she was doing before. "possible only about three people who i was training with stayed on from the six years I was training with. They had to put us with another group. "Thank you Ber. I just need to remember how." Her voice was soft "I will better i have to be." She stood up. "Can I at least watch you lot tain? It is my day off so my group not here." I explained.
“You don’t know anyone in your new group, so instead of trying to fix that problem by training together and getting to know them, you just decided you couldn’t work with them at all?” He shook his head again. “That makes no sense.” If they were anything like Ber, the sorry bastards in her group were probably just as happy to let her train by herself if she hadn’t even put in the effort to give them the time of day from the very beginning. “Sliva, you don’t need to be, I don’t know, trading heartfelt secrets with everyone on your team. You both have jobs to do, and that job includes having each other’s backs on the battlefield. That’s it.” He stepped back as she stood up. “I don’t know what you think you can learn by watching us.” While they may have all been in the courtyard, they had already finished any group exercises that day. Each soldier was left to train individually on what he or she thought needed the most improvement. “What you want to work on is not something that can be learned by watching from the sidelines, and if it’s your day off, you should enjoy it and go do something else anyway. Worry about this later.” It would probably do her good to get out of the military wing.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Nov 2, 2022 10:53:20 GMT -5
"i know Ber, I guess since my brother died i closed myself off but i am working on it, like i have started training with them more. Like that meeting i brought somebody from my group with me we were trained together the day before." She was trying it was hard for her to open up to them. I want to work with them." She will just try to find a way to boost her confidence on that front. "I don't know what to do outside the military wing." She can't afford to go drinking with anyone as all of her wage have to go towards making sure that her siblings are fed and clothed. She wasn't a noble so she don't have a bank of mum and dad. Her parents are always at work.
Since her brother died? He bit back his first response, opting instead for a slightly less blunt, “Sliva, look around you.” Momentarily uncrossing his arms, he gestured to the courtyard around him. “You’re not the only person here who’s lost someone, and—“ And this was what really got him: “We’re soldiers. This is the military. People are going to die.” Did he want that to happen? Not particularly. But had he accepted the fact that he and any friends he made as a soldier would very likely end up dying due to their chosen career path? Yes. “If you’re going to refuse to work with your team because someone you care about dies, then you need to find a new job. Because you closing yourself off like that? That just puts the rest of us in danger, too.” And no soldier with a decent head on his shoulders would tolerate that for long. The job was dangerous enough as it is, without having to worry about negligent inside threats. But if she was telling the truth about trying, perhaps she had finally realized that. Only time would tell. As for what to do outside the military wing, Ber shrugged indifferently. “Sounds like you need to go do some exploring, then, to find out.”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Nov 2, 2022 11:46:51 GMT -5
"don't you think I know that Ber, why do you think i am bloody asking for help? You think i am only asking for the pure fun of it? I know no matter how hard i try no matter how much I will try there a high chance that you could die, that Duncan could die, even though that man boils my piss I would hate it if Woodwick would die. But i know it apart of this career that why i train so much." she explained shaking a bit. "Don't you think this is hard for me i am bring my walls in front of you cause dispite the face that you might hate my guts, who am I kidding you hate my guts. You the first person i think i trust enough." She knew what he was saying so he didn't need to go the less blunt route.
"like i've been saying i am trying to get better at working with them i've been trying and trying and trying these past couple of days why do you think I fucking came to the meeting. for the fun of it? I am serious enough about wanting to get better at this, wanting to get better, need to get better for everybody else." Honesty rolled off her she wasn't this girl in that ballroom not letting anybody get closed. She want to get close to people. she wanted to be a better soldier she doesn't want to change who she was. she was still going to be a determin fighter but she not this lone fighter. she reached her hand forward hand was shaky, "I promise that i will go exploring and try and find something i enjoy doing outside these wings." She offered her hand for a shake she wanted to work on. Maybe she need somebody to have faith in her but she doesn't blame if nobody have faith in her.
Ber simply looked at her as she started her tirade, crossing his arms again. He waited for her to finish. “No, I don’t think you did.” He delivered his judgement simply, quiet in the face of her animation. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have decided to do exactly that which puts the rest of your team at a higher risk of dying, which is exactly what you say you don’t want to happen.” He shook his head. “Actions speak louder than words, Sliva. Your brother’s death and being assigned a new team are not excuses for you refusing to even try to work with them, or anyone else, until now.” He paused, then remembered how she spoke of trusting him, despite not even knowing him. “And like I said before, Sliva, you don’t need to ‘bring down your walls’ and bare your heart to everyone.” No one needed that. “You just need to do your job and be trusted to do your job when it matters most.”
Did she expect credit from him for trying to do something she already should have been doing from the start? He knew from experience that anyone fighting beside her wouldn’t want her to try to work with the rest of them; they would want her to do it. Trying wasn’t good enough in matters of life and death. Trying got people killed. “If that’s true, then prove it,” He said, about her trying to improve. “And not to me. To your team. They’re the ones whose trust you need to earn, and Sliva? That takes longer than a couple days, regardless of how hard you’re trying.” She held out her hand with a promise to go exploring, as if what she did in her free time mattered to him, and he ignored it.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Nov 2, 2022 13:26:54 GMT -5
Zarha lowered her hand when Ber imgmpred it. It fine that Ber doesn't trust her she looked down "i understand." She looks down. "Um I better get going then." She looked over to the swords and nodded "Sorry for wasting your time Ber" Unless he stopped her she started walking away to do she doesn't know what.
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