Dragnar walked ahead without looking back.
Grass gave way to dark soil underfoot. Quinlan followed at a steady pace with Lucille at his side, who walked with her axe resting against her shoulder. The location of the dome where his trial had taken place was already far behind them.
With the trial complete, there was no reason to stay confined to the center of the village, as that temporary location was only set up so that the girls could follow their lover's fight and not worry themselves constantly.
Doing so allowed them to focus on their training better.
With the trial done, the primordials could take their students wherever they believed the lesson would hold best.
Quinlan had said his goodbyes, then he had fallen in step behind Dragnar, his first teacher.
After a while of muted walking, Quinlan broke the silence.
"Where are we going?"
Dragnar did not slow. "Where you'll learn."
"…"
'That's it?' Quinlan sighed inwardly. It seemed Dragnar wasn't a man of too many words.
