[ Francel's whisper is breathed fascination, brushing against Zephirin's ear. A shiver trickles not unpleasantly down Zephirin's spine; the knight's eyelids flutter. His eyes open, and he turns his head to watch Francel, cat-like.
Chirurgeons do not say such things. They invoke the Fury's grace to aid the potency of their remedies. ]
... Ishgard has need not only of knights. [ Breaking his silence, Zephirin speaks in a low, even tone. ] But you yet have time to train, should it be your wish to change your path.
[ The seminarian's cassock hid Francel's form — his white coat does the same, preventing an accurate assessment of his physique. Nevertheless, what Francel terms a knightly body was shaped by Zephirin's dedication to his goal, as was his swordsmanship. As a youth Francel's age, his naturally slender frame led others to doubt his ability to withstand the rigors of a knight's training, and the demands of the duty that lay ahead. ]
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Chirurgeons do not say such things. They invoke the Fury's grace to aid the potency of their remedies. ]
... Ishgard has need not only of knights. [ Breaking his silence, Zephirin speaks in a low, even tone. ] But you yet have time to train, should it be your wish to change your path.
[ The seminarian's cassock hid Francel's form — his white coat does the same, preventing an accurate assessment of his physique. Nevertheless, what Francel terms a knightly body was shaped by Zephirin's dedication to his goal, as was his swordsmanship. As a youth Francel's age, his naturally slender frame led others to doubt his ability to withstand the rigors of a knight's training, and the demands of the duty that lay ahead. ]