Solo: Meeting Draco Verrano
To say Elleth was nervous was an understatement, but there she was, standing just outside of the office of one Draco Verrano, the most powerful Oblivionite in existence. She was a little early for her meeting which she had scheduled the day prior after the previous person to hold the spot had gotten himself killed. Or something. It made her too nervous to think on her odd stroke of luck too closely. Swallowing Elleth raised her hand and rapped on the door just loud enough to be heard.
“Enter.” A somewhat muffled voice called out, utterly devoid of emotion.
Steeling herself Elleth entered the man’s office, quietly closing the door behind her. A quick glance around the room showed it to be clean, neat, and painstakingly orderly. Not a single paper seemed to be out of place and the bookshelf against one wall was filled just right with thick tomes. When she looked towards the large desk in the center of the room, she met the empty eyes of Draco. Quickly she shifted her gaze to somewhere just above his shoulder. A small smirk played on Draco’s lips as he gestured towards the only seat in front of his desk.
Gingerly Ellth took the offered seat and sat on the edge of the chair. It was taller than she was and her feet danged a good foot off the ground. It was in a subtle way, another reminder about the differences in their rank. “Master Verrano,” Elleth started and was humiliated to hear her voice come out as a sqeak. Clearing her throat she tried again, “Master Verrano, I’ve come today to give you proof of my competence as a fighter. Proof of my dedication to my chosen path and proof of my training.” With each statement she placed a single Dragon Orb on Draco’s desk before at last placing the decorative tie that had been wrapped around the hilt of her blade next to them. The tie was a length of silk in a royal blue color, knotted to resemble a flower. The ends of the tassel like object was stained a purple from where her blood had fallen on it after she’d accidentally cut herself on the hilt.
She met his gaze again, this time with confidence, “Will you accept me as one of our race?”
Draco was silent for a time as he picked up the Ysail orb, the first of her victories. He examined it before picking up the Aryala orb. This one he scrutinized a bit longer before rolling the two around between his fingers. “Child you are a weapon and thus have always been an Oblivionite. What was tempered in your struggles was your abilities to withstand pain while learning how to deflect it back at those whom have hurt you.” He said finally, putting the orbs down on the desk again. “You fight with a blade. Is it an extension of yourself?”
“It is. I was not allowed to bring it with me and I…I feel weak and naked without it.” Elleth admitted voice soft as she lowered her eyes to the desk’s surface.
“There is no shame in admitting to something that we all feel. Doing so in front of someone as powerful as I shows a sign of humility and self-awareness. Go child, know that you have my blessing. Continue to grow strong so that one day you will become a blade worthy of fighting for our Goddess.” The tassel was slid back towards Elleth as Draco took the Dragon Orbs once more and stood to place them somewhere in the room. Knowing a clear dismissal when she heard it Elleth slid off her chair and picked up her tie. She bowed once thought Draco could not see it, as his back was still towards her, before scampering out of the room.
Once outside the safety of the wooden door, Elleth felt her knees turn to jelly. The power that radiated from the man was calm and yet still so very stifling. She was amazed that she hadn’t made a fool out of herself. Clutching her only connection to her weapon Elleth headed out of the building, she had news to tell and a ceremony to attend.