Day 18 - Solitude - In trouble for just looking...

I'm no longer spending my evenings at the tavern.  I can't stand to be around Aia Arria any longer than I have to be and since she likes to go to the tavern and torture people with her off-key singing, I've decided to spend my evenings elsewhere, even if it means eating the cook's horrible food.

So, instead of spending the evening with friends and good food, I usually spend it sit upon one of the many walls overlooking the Castle Dour, reading and watching the Imperial soldiers train in the courtyard below.  Sometimes I get caught in in their actions, watching their fluid movements as sword meets straw dummy.  I could remember doing similar moves when Pa taught me how to use a sword at the young age of 12 but theirs are much more fluid and practiced.  I couldn't help but wonder how I looked swinging my sword or hammer.  Did I look that good?

I didn't think that my evening adventures bothered anyone until this morning, when Headmaster Viarmo pulled me aside between classes.  "The soldiers do not like to have an audience.  Stay away from the Dour."

His comment surprised me.  No one seemed to care that I was there.

"Did someone complain?" I asked.

"No, child.  No one has said anything….yet.  But still, the Dour is not the place for a young woman, especially a young woman who is a Bard-in-training."

I don't care what he says.  No one there has complained of me sitting there nor are there any "Keep Out" signs posted.  So I'll keep returning to the Dour until someone in charge says something to me.  I could care less what the headmaster thinks is right or wrong.