Sorry it's taken so long, with the fall comes a new term, and loads of work. Also, that's in combination with my natural laziness XD. I promise I'll try to keep it going, even if there are giant intermission periods.
"Ahem." Braeden cleared his throat. "Huh?" Kieran's head snapped up from her paper, revealing a collection of cartoonist doodles. "Huh, is not an appropriate way of answering me," He frowned, noticing her glazed, disinterested stare. " and if this daydreaming continues you will find yourself in a very unsavory position, understand?" She straightened up a bit more. "Yes, Braeden." The girl sighed reluctantly.
"Good. Now as I was saying, Fate lines appear when a fated fledgling, one that has been predestined, such as yourself, dies. The lines take the form of thick, black scars on the back of the deceased fledgling's master." He said, flipping through the pages of an old book. "A Fate line symbolizes shame " He quoted from the tome, having found the correct chapter. ",the master having been unable protect their childe, as is a Maker's duty."
He continued speaking for another couple minutes and despite her best efforts she began to get distracted, mind pondering over what he'd said. For a moment the childe wondered if it was a common occurrence, these deaths of new vampires. Upon thinking about it she couldn't really come up with any instances in which her life had been in danger, not a single event. Then again, Kieran couldn't help but think she'd never left her master's grounds either, which, she supposed , was most likely a large contributing factor, especially since she'd only had contact with Braeden and Almar in the entire month she'd been turned.
Momentarily her mind wandered back into the study, immediately noticing that the room was no longer filled with Braeden's warm, instructing tones, soon after finding that he was no longer standing in front of her either.
"Have a good daydream?" A knowing voice asked from beside her. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, attempting to come up with an explanation. He shook his head disappointedly, seizing her ear in a vice-like grip. "Ack, ok, ok damnit, I get it!" She let the profanity fly without thought, earning her ear yet more punishment when it was used as leverage to pull her from the cushy, leather chair, getting a smack on the rear as well. Braeden returned to the front of the room, continuing the lesson and doing his best to ignore Kieran's pouting.
Again, sorry, it's so very short,but the next piece is a bit of a plot arc so I was just warming up a bit. Hope you like it any way ^^ .