The Salle, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Normally, Cara trained either in her room or some secluded corner of the preserves, but after the truly wonderful night she'd had last night, this morning she couldn't stand the one and didn't have the patience to find the other.

Which was how she found herself in the Salle, running through forms with a great deal more aggression than was truly necessary.

[Expecting one in particular, but open Salle is open]

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[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"It just tells me that it hasn't worked yet," he replied earnestly. "Maybe next time it will."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara did not want to be around when his idealism got crushed. It was bad enough when it was Richard or Kahlan and they were hardly innocents. "Maybe." Her tone made it clear she didn't believe that.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

Bobby nodded, letting it go for now so he could try to convince her later. "So do you practice with those age-things all the time?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara nodded. "Agiels. Ever since I became a Mord'Sith." Which if she stopped to think about it was likely longer than Bobby had even been alive.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"Do you ever think of stopping being a Mord'Sith and starting being something else?"

Bobby clearly had no idea how this worked.

[wrongkindofsith]

None whatsoever.

Though Cara's flat "No." was hopefully a clue as to how very off-limits that particular subject was.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

He eyed her and actually considered backing away from what might be a touchy subject. "Do you like being a Mord'Sith?"

He considered it for a second or two at least.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara considered asking Bobby if he was going to ask the sky if it liked being blue next, but she suspected he might miss the point.

"I am proud to be a member of the Mord'Sith." Regardless of the rightness or wrongness of the things she'd done as one, and the kind of person that made her, that much would always be true.