Vallad'Yanna points out Vurckair's attempt to create a Casted Node.
"You should focus first on learn how to use Natural Nodes; Then fill them with your Flow Magic to rise their Tier, and store them in your Grade 0 Singularity. The weight of the Nodes will crush the impurities, expanding your Capacity to Store more Nodes; What eventually will develop the Singularity to Grade 1".
Pink light envelops Vallad'Yanna's hand, her Magic interacts with the door, and Vurckair feels a mild brush on his hand.
"But do it in your new designated room." To the beat of Vallad'Yanna's words, two youngsters enter in the room.
{So there's no space for my protest}
The bedroom gets cold with Vurckair's oppressive displeasure.
His short height is a minor impediment to portray his imposing bearing, exalted with the ethereal, dark wine Halo hovering above his head.
The menacing glow is ablaze with an unprecedented rate of Flow Magic, distorting the air with transparent ripples.
"I appreciate the wise advice, and i would like to count with your guidance towards my new residence."
The sentence is devoid of sarcasm. But Vurckair's bright blue eyes look identical to those of an enraged beast, with slit pupils totally constricted, locked onto his prey.
Yet, he picks up the Alt'ver's suitcase, and steps out of the bedroom, waiting in the corridor for Vallad'Yanna.
{It's happening again. My primal instincts searching conflict to test the resilience of possible mates. Perhaps i'm pent-up. I haven't had sex in three days or so…}
Vallad'Yanna comes out, stamping her hand on the wall, preventing Vurckair from walking forth.
"I understand you can't tolerate a Valkysh ordering around a Vecturion. Nevertheless. I'm a Mäwller, and your Instructor."
The woman growls gutturally. "Don't you dare to talk back to me in front of those under my direct supervision. The Vecturion cannot protect you from everyone."
"What makes you think i need them to take care of my troubles?. Instructor Mäwller."
Silence permeates the corridor, interrupted solely by the beating hearts of two individuals with distinct beliefs, resulting in this not-so-obvious miscommunication.
Sometimes politeness is the way to resolve a dispute; But on rare occasions, is the catalyst that guarantees conflict.
Vallad'Yanna is indeed a Mäwller, evident with the peculiar shade of her metalized chocolate hair.
However, her tanned skin remarks her Valkysh ancestry; The ones who nurture, and care for her since her birth.
Vurckair is oblivious of this fact, disregarding the Valkysh Surname by emphasizing the superior importance of the Mäwller.
Moreover. The Vecturion see the Valkysh as playthings; Which is a label that is applied without distinction to most living things in the world of Ell'Thane; Even some Renown Families are not spared from this dire destiny.
"Instructor Valkysh for you. Spoiled Hybrid".
{Is that supposed to be an insult?. I do have the genes of three Species. Though its an Union of them, not a hybridization}
"By a mere miracle you managed to conceal the «Perfect Attunement» of your Blaze. Still, it's not enough Flow Magic to face me."
"I don't require pretty sparks to handle you, Instructor Mäwller." Replies Vurckair; Hiding the existence of his Halo.
Gravity is immediately increased with the pressure of Vallad'Yanna's pink aura.
Despite being barely affected, Vurckair drops the suitcase, his left, empty hand darting to the Instructor's vulnerable neck.
He clasps his fingers in a tight hold. Lifting Vallad'Yanna from the floor.
The unrestrained might of the woman's aura is utterly meaningless to stop or diminish the young man's aggressive counterattack; And this truth becomes apparent when Vurckair stamps the Instructor against the opposite wall, tensing his firm grip.
"Should i snap your neck?, Instructor Mäwller." The calm, condescending phrase of Vurckair hits Vallad'Yanna harder than the previous impact.
She is at the mercy of the Young Vecturion, her life literally in Vurckair's hand. Pretty much the same situation any member of the Valkysh Family could be in, if the Vecturion House wants to enslave them.
"No response?. Really?. How boring."
Vurckair releases Vallad'Yanna.
"Let's go to my room, and take the outer path so you can show me the location of your quarters; I may require your assistance later in the night. And don't forget to give me the accreditation to enter, i want to drop by whenever i feel like it."
Vallad'Yanna doesn't react; She is still shaken from the near-death call; But her curiosity, and wounded pride takes the best out of her.
"How did you bypass it?". She questions rubbing her bruised neck. "The Nimbar should have defended me."
{Nimbar?. What is that?, Some kind of protection?. Like the Bodsh (Body Shield)?. The Emeneld (Empiric Energy Shield)?. Or the Tasota (The Added Shielding Of The Adarga)?}
"Instructor Mäwller. We are not close enough to reveal my secrets. If you want answers, prove to me that you deserve them".
Vurckair's refusal leaves a strange, bittersweet sensation in Vallad'Yanna's chest.
Not many would have the guts to disobey the Instructor, much less physically, or verbally retaliate at her.
Both events had happened due to Vurckair's will, a great disgrace taking root in the heart of Vallad'Yanna.
Even so, the possibility of clearing up her doubt is dazzling enough to comply with the young man's demand; Leading a short tour through the building, stopping in front of a door.
"You should enter a Quartzal. Don't slack off inside neither, if you keep a Score above 175 on your Weekly Performance, you could access to my Personal Office. The Instructor's Dormitories are beyond you. No one with a Battle Rating Below 3,750 can go in. There are no exceptions."
"How attentive of you. It would be good if this is extended to your schedule. So be always available for me, Instructor Mäwller." Vurckair smirks. "Begone."
Vallad'Yanna tenses her lips, doing a dim bow, turning to leave; Vurckair smacks the woman's bountiful buttocks.
She lets out a feminine yelp. Her face tilting towards the young man, shame and fury is mixed with confusion. The Nimbar has failed once again.
"Instructor Mäwler. Don't be so tense, your figure is excellent, show it off more, don't forget to sway your hypnotic hips." His hand had remain on the female ass, giving a mild squeeze, followed by a playful slap.
Vallad'Yanna clenches her fists, not daring to do anything in return, limiting herself to deviate her sight, walking away.
"Make your gait slower, and exaggerate the wiggle.".
She doesn't protest, following the command; Blind compliance is her only path out, believing Vurckair could erase the Valkysh Family with the power wielded by the Vecturion House.
The Young Man may be a well-known outcast, and he receives poor treatment from everyone.
But that doesn't mean the Vecturion wouldn't act in their own self-interest, much less when its presented such a convenient excuse to annihilate a Minor Family.
{She is acting so tame}
He whistles. "You certainly are a wonderful marvel. Prepare your office, Instructor Mäwller; And wear something suitable for our encounter."
"I will."
{Why is she accepting?. Did her fangs break after just one bite?}
Of course, this is a misconception from Vurckair.
Vallad'Yanna cannot defend herself from him, resistance is utterly futile.
More importantly; In Azthea, he was the last Vecturion. Family matters are a foreign concept for him.
Even during his time in Loutharn, Vurckair never had the chance to witness, and comprehend, the full might of the Vecturion House…