"Where? Anywhere and everywhere, comrade."
She pauses for a moment, lingering on a ledge and turning about to face him as she further addressed his question, "As sharp as our spears are, we must keep our bodies just as honed, so drilling when we can is advised. Plus- Don't you find it relaxing too? To soar..." The dragoon almost sounds wistful as she put a claw to her helm, approximately where her mouth would be, "When times are hard, I like being somewhere high, taking in the sights... Being somewhere else then where my thoughts lay, on the ground where they are."
For her, her ability to jump means more than duty or battle, but freedom. And she feels the most alive with the wind in her hair and her spear in her hands, vaulting into the wild blue skies.
His claws clicked at the edge of the stone along the roof top. His eyes though drifted down to the city below as he let his mind wander. Did he still find it relaxing? had he let himself relax since the destruction of Burmecia? He could often still hear the screams, and the crackle of hell fire as his home burned. He still sometimes wondered why he was allowed to live when so many others had perished. How could he relax knowing the atrocities that was allowed to go unpunished? It didn't feel right to let himself enjoy simple pleasures knowing so many still suffered.
" Hah, drilling is about all i get to do these days. I admit that work has been rather slow... few have need of a spear with the wars end. Sitting on a caravan like a trophy feels more for show then practical use "
He scratched at his chin in thought, as his last few jobs had been rather dull--- but it kept his armor oiled and his spear sharpened.
" But of course i enjoy soaring--- but sometimes it doesn't feel right to enjoy it. After all the tragedy i've seen... it feels wrong to let myself feel joy... even for a moment. But then my sister says i dwell to much in the past... she's probably right "
That was a face she knew all too well. The kind of contemplation and deep thought that warrants her jumping about herself. Someone has been stewing in thier thoughts a bit too long.
Humming softly, Venaat slouched a little as she further addressed him, "At war's end, we find ourselves in a time of peace... And yet, even with new rulers on the throne, we still find ourselves on the battlefield... The pain yet fresh in our minds. None of our kind are likely to forget this any time soon."
She stood at attention, "I was stationed near Cleyra when the battles broke out in the streets. You?"
She recalled the attack of the Alexandrian soldiers. The roar of the monsters overhead. They were supposed to be prepared for this. Thier combat style well suited to being far and out of the way from danger. And yet, they had managed to strike at thier heart anyway. A power overwhelming as they stormed thier last bastion.
It was a shock to all, as who would ever manage to reach them so readily? And to make matters worse, it happened not once but twice in succession. The Dragoons were already spread thin before, but... So many were lost, soldiers and civvies alike.
It made her grip on her spear waver, her claws trembling before she centered herself.
