The Sunspire Difference of Claw and Fang

"Sounds like a noble goal." Vienna had always loved such stories, gallant heroes and thrilling deeds. His words were big, but stories were stories. And while he might label himself a knight, she wasn't so removed from reality as to believe stories were fact. More often than not reality was a bit less... Impressive than the stories detailing it. That wasn't always a bad thing. After all, that was what made stories great. He seemed extremely proud of his title, so Vienna assumed it was an impressive one. She had no reason not to, not knowing him after all.

Her friendly demeanor took a bit of a hit, though, as he continued. Much as she hated to admit it, her pride had been hurt as a result of her ambush. He seemed to think little of the threat, and went on to question her ability based on her age. She tried not to take it personally, but it was a raw spot that he prodded with his question. "I'll be two this spring," she responded, a bit confused. "My father and mother taught what they could." Which was a considerable amount. When did he think was old enough? She had been termed an adult for quite a while, and where she came from, with adulthood came such responsibilities.

"How does one become a knight," she asked, both out of curiosity and a desire to steer conversation away from her apparent ineptitude.