Rend narrowed his eyes and eased himself into position, propping himself against the wall with one bent knee. With his rough hands deep in the pockets of his cotton training pants, Rend lowered his head and reflected for a moment on his feelings. For at this point, the youth felt much.
He would enter his twentieth year in coming months. Having trained and lived as a soldier for five years, and it was time, in his mind, to regain that which was so wrongly taken from him. The feelings he felt now paled in comparison to those he had felt just a few days prior.
With a carefully curled parchment in hand, Rend had made his way through the Castle, a privilege he was glad to possess as an Adelan Soldier. His travels through the Castle Grounds brought him to the room outside which he presently stood. At the time, as it was now, the room was empty. But he knew it to be the quarters of the Commander of the Adelan Knights, Tarlaka.
There had been a time when he was certain that he would have been familar to her. If not for his heritage alone, then surely for his reputation about the Military Academy. But now he was uncertain. The Commander of the Knights, he supposed, would rarely have time to concern herself with the goings on of the Soldiers. A veteran of four years since initiation he may have been, but he was no captain. Rend's aspirations had always taken him higher than that of a mere Soldier.
A few days prior to now, Rend had stepped into the empty room, and taking one final look over the parchment in his hands, had left it where it would undoubtedly be found.
Quote from: "The_Parchment"Tarlaka
Commander of the Adelan Knights
My name is Rend De'Lacor. For the first fifteen years of my life I was raised, taught and trained as one of noble birth. With the falling of my father, and the shaming of my family (the details of which I am sure you are aware) I came into the service of our illustrious Military.
Now, after years of dedicated service I come to you, seeking your guidance and teachings. The call of service to my Kingdom beckons me. Yet I have no way to prove my worth, my prowess, other than to seek you and humble myself before you.
I request a meeting, in person. Two days from the day you receive this. There, I shall explain more. Until then, good day.
Rend De'Lacor
It had pained the youth to sign his name at the bottom of the parchment, as memories of a time when his family seal would have sufficed flowed through his troubled mind. He had waited long to reclaim what he saw as his birthright, and this was the first step of many he would take to achieve it.
And now he waited, against the wall of the corridor 'side her quarters. His lengthening hair, the colour of pale wheat, hanging before his eyes of brilliant azure. Rend exhaled once, slowly and purposefully. Pondering how this meeting would end.
Would she accept him as her apprentice? Or would he be forced to find, another means to achieve his end? Only time, and patience, would tell.
OOC: Hey! Hope this isn't too much of a shock, or out of line :-) I'll post a link to a thread I have written that explains what happened to Rend to have his family disgraced and his title of noble stripped from him, to make it easier. I'm not sure whether you want Tarlaka to know of him or not, so it's all up to you from here :-)
OOC: EDIT-
Brief explanation of Ren's past
