#fabianna

She loves tinkering. She loves engineering

Sometimes she'll stay indoors for hours and just create things from scrap and metal

If thats too obvious of an answer she also likes cooking/baking. Sometimes to keep yourself busy is to not focus on creating contraptions and instead focus on feeding thyself or others

Fabianna: =////o que guapo

N.F: ?!?!? (Mira alrededor para ver quién dijo eso)

Fabianna: <///3 (escondida) es tan guapo me gusta cuando incendia escuelas

Echoing out across the harbor were songs and laughter of a celebrating people. The village of Hullton threw this festival every year, a sign of thanks to the knights who guarded them, the Light who watched over them, and to the fishermen who risked it all to feed them. The mixing smells of mead, cooking fish, and dozens of baked sweets mingled in Thalin's nostrils. He had missed this festival, for years he had been away, in both Booty Bay and far beyond.

"Knight-Commander," came a voice. The drifting knight looked over to the smiling features of Sir Fairwind, tipping a foaming mug to him, "You're dozing, Sir. We all know Goody Ann will have your ass for that." A round of laughter echoed around them. Knights and well regarded folk of the village.

Thalin chuckled and took a sip from his own mug. It was a sweeter mead, aided with the hints of vanilla. "I'm not dozing, Alexios," he replied. "Just thinking."

"Best be about who your first squire should be!" barked a raspy voice. Sir Baris, Thalin's uncle and former Knight-Commander, had been wheeled out for the festivities. He was so much more gaunt and frail then he had been but a few months ago, but there was still fire and piss in the man. "A good knight always takes a squire, else our oaths and morals die with us!" A murmur of approval and nods echoed his sentiment. "Sir Bernard of Northsire has a son, might be a good pick."

Sir Bernard was a elder knight, known for his piety and skill upon a horse. He was also a bigot and purist when it came to humans. More than once he displayed disgust with the Starfallen lodge and Knight-Magus Gildras. His son wasn't much better. Brandon was a spiteful shit and a coward. Many times in training, Thalin had to walk away. Sparring became nothing but a beating.

Thalin knew why Sir Baris put those two forward however. Sir Bernard was the most likely successor to the order if Thalin were gone. This would've been an attempt to mend the offense and support the order.

Knight-Captain Marigold glanced between the two, sipping her mead. She patted her legs and stood. "Sirs, maybe give Sir Thalin a moment to think it over may be in order? Here," She said, walking over and pulling on the larger man's arm. "Take a walk and mull it over. Walks alway clear my head." Sir Baris waved off a hand, letting the two part. After they were well out of earshot, Marigold spoke, "He's right, not about Sir Shithead but about getting a squire. You're not errant anymore."

Thalin nodded softly. "Yeah... But I'm not sure I'm ready to take on a child like that."

"Says the man leading a coalition of knights and quel'dorei rangers?" Dame Marigold retorted with a snicker. "All you have to do is teach them what you know."

Thalin sighed. She made a simple but good point. "Well, who do you think it should be?" he asked, glancing over. Dame Marigold was always in charge of the pages should their knights be away, surely she'd have a candidate.

The woman laughed and tugged him along. "I know just the lass."

The small square had cleared out for the festival, all the merchants and goers were along the beach. Thalin peered out into the area, Marigold pressing a finger to her lips, telling him to stay quiet. A young girl with bright red hair spun about the patch of dirt, a wooden blade in hand. Her footing was self practiced, her grip was off, and she left herself so open. But there was fire in her sky blue eyes, wait... Long tappered ears poked out from her fiery locks. A half elf?

Thalin looked down to Marigold who seemed to beam with pride. "She's getting better," she murmured to herself. Just as she said so, a clattering sound caught his attention.

"Dammit!" the girl shouted, laying on the ground with a pant. Her clothes were a ratty shade, clearly not the first tumble. Thalin smiled softly as he strood out. The girl's eyes were closed but her ear twitched, and she rolled about, grabbing her "blade". She cried out as she swung, and grunted when she felt it stop. Her eyes darted open, glaring before shock took over. "M-m'lord!?"

Thalin chuckled, holding the wood in his hands. It was a mere few inches from his head, and a sharp sting reverberated through his hand. "Please, call me Thalin." He let go of the sword and inspected her posture. Her back was straight, head held high, and her right foot forward. She knew things. Thalin looked back to his female knight, putting two and two together, then down to the girl. She stared up at the man with sheer terror. She couldn't be more than ten, maybe twelve by Thalin's judgement. "You know... Its polite to share your name when someone shares their own."

She blinked once and dipped her head in a sort of bow. "Fabianna! M'- uh... Thalin." She corrected herself. Light, the girl was a nervous wreck. "I'm so so so sorry for uh, almost hitting you! I just got caught up and angry and-"

Thalin held up a hand to cut her off. "You're a fighter. I can see that. Tell me Fabianna, where's your family?"

She blinked twice, glancing off to the side and spoke quietly. "My mother died... A year ago. And I don't know my dad, Sir."

Thalin's smile faded, "I see... And your blade? How'd you get that and who taught you?"

Fabianna perked up at that, "Uh, Dame Marigold did, Sir. She knew my mother and how much I wanted to be a knight and gave me this book with pictures to practice from and-" on and on she rambled. Thalin could only chuckle.

"Here, Fabianna, how about I ask you one more question?"

"Uh... Alright?"

"What would you give to be a knight?"

The girl's eyes widened, taking a moment to just process his question. "I... I've got nothing to give, Sir. But," her face shifted, determination taking over. "I'd put my blood, sweat, and tears into it. There's nothing else I want more."

Thalin smiled brightly, holding out his hand to the girl. "Well then, here's my offer; I'll take you on as my squire, and all I ask is you give me this fire for everything we train on. Deal?"

Fabianna: se que odias los afectos pero enserio siempre quise darte uno >\\\\< (lo abraza)

Fabianna: >\\\\< perdóname si hago esto (lo besa)