Private Finished Bumping Into Each Other

"Just like that?" he'd raise and eyebrow and grunt grumpily, "wasn't just like that, spent most of my life with uncertainty, that's just damn normal for most." He'd look her up and down. "I still don't really know my purpose I guess, that's why we look."

"Eh, loving fighting doesn't make you shallow, I like fighting," he'd scratch at his chin. "It isn't as liking combat defines you, if you like fighting then find something to fight for." At the moment he'd fight for himself and his friends.

"Luna," he'd repeat the name with a hum. "That's one of the human names for their moon right?" He'd tilt his head when she bowed to him, "Xeros, my name is Xeros."

"Oh, this and that," he'd say when asked what he fought for, "fought for whatever was necessary." A vague answer, but he didn't know this girl, he wasn't going to tell someone he'd just met about his rather violent past.

"What about you?" he'd ask, expecting a vague answer in return. "What did you fight for?...and what are you fighting for now?"

He'd hum in thought. "My mother named me," she was long dead, but he remembered her fondly. "It's from an alien language," it and English had been the languages he'd grown up with.

"Tranquil," he'd say with a thoughtful him. "Suppose I haven't seen a lot of tranquility," the top of his tail would sway a bit. "I've seen a lot of fighting, very little tranquility, maybe I will once this damn winter ends."

The half alien looked her over. "And what kind of training do you do?" he'd ask curiously. "You look fit and strong," also attractive bit he wasn't going to say that just yet.

"My mother?" he'd pause a moment, thinking a bit. "She was kind, a sweet person," he'd scratch at his cheek. "She often tried to stay positive, even when things were hard on her."

He'd listen to her describe spring, tilting her head, his ears twitching slightly. "It does sound better than this winter, much warmer." He'd hum in thought. "A season of rebirth sounds interesting, you are good at describing things."

"You are not mistaken," he'd say with a nod. "I don't know anything with magic, but fighting and physical activity is something I'm very good at," he'd tilt his head. "Do you.....ever spar with anyone?"

He'd shake his head. "Afraid I don't, but there is the academy," he'd suggest. "From what I've heard it has a lot of classes, they might have classes dealing with family."

He'd tilt his head. "Your descriptions of spring match what I've read about it," which admittedly wasn't all that much. "Maybe you're better than you think," he was enjoying this conversation, even if some would count slightly odd.

Xeros would consider her question for a moment. "I would," he'd nod, "is there a place where we could do that inside?" It was to cold for him to properly outside, "a training somewhere?"

The half alien would remove another book from the shelf, letting his tail hold it. "Do you live at the academy?" he'd ask, remembering hearing that the academy offered housing for their students.