- THE LEVIATHAN -
Vargas turned, regarding Aurelia with interest.
She showed potential--there was no denying that. Her form and her demeanor, both, screamed success. And he, being who he was (judge and jury, sometimes executioner) was impartial and fair enough--in general, at least--to give credit where it was due. Certainly, he killed or harmed, when he felt it merited; but he granted praise and encouragement, too.
And Aurelia had, in the meeting, earned it.
"I am ready for you," he confirmed, turning and sweeping the few strides to close the gap between them. He lurched to a halt a few polite paces away. "You represented yourself, and the Forge, well today! Your respect, yet fearlessness, in the face of our Hand's... intervention, is to be commended." He wondered, briefly, whether Aurelia had been disturbed by Kethri's death--if she were like the soft, new creatures, quailing at blood and gore. Or if she were of an older mentality, one that saw another's death as opportunity--or even as a meal.
May as well ask, he thought. "What did you think of the meeting; of our rules, our punishments? What did you think of what Aethril did to the owl?" he asked, studying her. It wasn't an intentional test, really--there was no right or wrong answer, here. Well, none that he had planned. But it'd be a useful insight, perhaps, into Aurelia's mindset.
"I would also like to know if you are content, thus far, with the Forge and what it offers; if you hold suggestions or requests; and if you have any role in mind for yourself, as yet. It is all right if you don't," Vargas added. "I still intend to give you basic training in several roles to let you find one that suits you, but if you hold a specific interest, we will focus on that," he explained.