Ragna forced herself to stand perfectly still while the vexyn, that was supposed to train them, strutted along in front of them, yelling instructions. She only barely contained herself from rolling her eyes at the nonsense he was spouting.
This was the biggest hurdle for her when becoming a knight: Controlling her emotions, following orders, just being a “good little soldier”. Ragna snorted, nearly silent among the shouting of the instructor. The xyns beside her cast an uneasy ...