Re: {Altamira} Zachary Leos' Training.
Cadenza’s expression had changed perceptibly at the question.
“Well…” she began, “let me just say firstly that you should have presented your references beforehand, Signor Green Hair—just going on face value, you didn’t look stupid enough to be trusted.”
The woman flashed a brilliant smile after this; a sign that she had gone from the defensive to her usual half-serious, quick-witted mood. Zorlo himself cracked a broad smile of his own in return, but remained silent and serious in all other respects, patiently awaiting a direct answer.
Cadenza, however, was never the sort to give a direct answer—she, as always, would consider things a bit more closely first. “Zachary Leos…” she repeated after some time, her voice going over the name as one might scrutinize a new weapon they’re about to acquire. “My friend Fritz respects the kid, and I suppose I may owe you some service, seeing as how you're a fellow teacher and all.”
This wasn’t a yes just yet—it was never a yes with the gypsy unless you had an outright “yes” spoken to your face. The fencer, much to his credit, appeared to understand this and maintained his respectfully calm expression as he endured this somewhat suspenseful weighing-of-the-situation.
The woman went on: “And you speak of my power, as though you’ve heard of it—as though you believe in it, although such a small frame sits before you. This humbleness and respect…yes, I can see why Jhans and Merridale would have associated with you.”
Another smile from Zorlo—things were going in his favor.
“Well…I suppose the situation’s been considered to bloody death, hasn’t it? This seems a cause worthy of my time, Signor Green Hair, and so…yes. I, Cadenza Madrigal, agree to help you.”
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Little Melody Ferrier cried out as the young swordsman’s body dropped to the earth like a sack of lead weights.
Calm brown eyes alert to it all, Louis finally let the fiddle slip from under his chin as he turned to placate his protégé’s concern. “He’s all right, my little friend,” he assured her. “The lad’s merely tired from such intense exertions. When he awakens, we’ll have to tell him of all the gratitude he has earned here today.”
Golden curls bounced as the girl nodded.
“Come now, play your uplifting tune and have your magics carry him to a place where he can recover peacefully. If memory serves…” he paused to stroke the short beard bristling on his chin, his wide-brimmed hat shading his thoughtful expression as he remembered all the times he had delivered injured students to medical care in the past, “…if memory serves, the nurse in the westernmost wing has an especially plush cot, and she’s as quiet as a mouse. Let us hurry there, Miss Melody. And be careful with him!”
OoC: When Zachary wakes up, he should find himself in the aforementioned nursing station, resting on a cot in one of the rooms. Some Dome students will be sharing the room with him, recuperating from their own injuries. Have Zachary interact with them; describe them, hear their stories, ask questions of the ice innate’s own, etc., etc. Not the most exciting lesson—but it seems kind of necessary at this point, right? ;]