When Spell-blades train

Rana and Rembran spar.

Rana stood on the practice field, facing another Spell-blade, this one much more experienced.  Her hazel eyes were fixed on his face, her right hand resting on the hilt of her sword.

Rembran had the bottom of his shield resting on the ground and was semi-leaning against the kite shield.  This should be interesting.  He thought as he watched the young ciad-ghin.  She’s standing correctly, and she looks like she’s ready.  With an inward smile, he addressed her.  “Before we get to the testing, I want to ask a few questions.” 

Hearing that, Rana relaxed slightly.  “Okay.  What would you like to know?”  Maybe this won’t be so bad, and he does look like he knows what he’s doing. 

“Which would you rather be called, Vuuroena or Rana?” 

Surprised by the question, Rana took a minute or two to consider his question.  “Rana will be fine, Maighstir Rembran.”  After all, it’s what Rhyslin calls me, and I’m comfortable with it. 

Rembran nodded.  “Then Rana it is.”  He examined her, taking note of what sh…