As Tittania walked, the wound only grew smaller, bit by bit; with every step she took, the small, noticeable hunched back straightened out, her hand moving off of the wound to return to her sides. “Atlas…” It was a strange thought; going to Atlas Academy was a thought that she’d dismissed so quickly in lieu of personal freedom…if she’d stayed in Atlas, went to the Academy…how would things have been? Shaking off the thought, Tittania’s smile widened at the compliment, thoughts moving to her mentor. “I had a private teacher before I enlisted at Beacon. To this day, I practice the drills she would have me do daily with Celestia…” She gestured, gently patting the weapon with her other hand. “Fond memories.”
“Ah-...” That did explain a few things.
Graeae gave a roll of her shoulders and stretched out; Stiff. Paying only slight heed to how Tittania’s injuries seemed to be healing themselves at a rather decent rate, the gladiator gave a small hum and picked her pace up. “I was military trained. Family business type o’ deal...” And she would’ve probably gone there too if she had her way, “Live with my grandparents in Mistral now, go to Haven.” And now she was at Beacon for some rather droll festival but Io was excited to attend so Graeae would not dare breathe a word ill about it. If her partner was excited over something then she would do everything in her power to encourage it instead of quelling such things.
“Not so fond memories,” She grumbled out, a heavy huff passing her lips as a hand rose to wipe sweat from her brow.
