The morning came, a very early morning to which Naiya had obeyed for once. Attempting to live her days a little longer. Cold and stern is what the atmosphere always kept in the earliest of days, Naiya's eyes were not used to such times. It has been 2 and half weeks.

Within her mind, she felt the need of practicing, it's been years since she had properly opened her physical aspect.

Her hair tied up, hanging of the side shoulder. The left side of her head still covered by her thick hair that had held some secret. Spent some time alone, getting ready for the day upon again.

Wispy, golden air. It was true serene morning. The courtyard of greenery and warmth; lack of people was satisfying to Naiya. Her eyes felt as if they were soaked in warm bitter tea. Distant sounds of chatter but most coming from the noises of singing birds.

In the outside part of the courtyard, dummies just placed idly by ; as it was a practice area for kombat.

Weapons and combating; was something that Naiya had to focus on. She only possessed a bayonet, a dagger that was very pearl like. White and glimmering with translucent shine. Focused her hands against the grip; sighed by such petty weaponry. Pretty, but not much can do - but cut flesh. It matched her hair, but just like a being, it was all appearance - no soul.

Perhaps her inner physiology could overcome her weapon, but she hardly ever concentrated on her abilities. The lack of freedom had been so absent from her mind that she hardly felt it. The only attribute of her, was the connection with animals. It was what most nymphs possessed so it wasn't entirely special.

Naiya sighed heavily, lingering her stare at the dagger. She placed it back into her holster. Stepping back a bit, she readjusted her spinal posture, her breathing: clearing out. Properly maintaining her muscle tension. Blocking out the noise around her. Naiya lifted her arms and aimed at the dummy, her right arm far out and her left folded; aiming towards her front like a bow and arrow. Suddenly a feeling warped around her flesh and bones, sort of cold feeling with numbing.

Colours of pale blue appeared; the shape of a ghastly, glowing bow and arrow formed with her hands. Out of surprise, Naiya's balance had became slightly off, only the feeling of contentment and rush had fulfilled her. A big smile painted across her face. Continuing to aim at the dummy, she laughed. One eye closed and the other remains open. Tension, and immediate had bolted her bow to vanish into thin air. Anger and frustration came by.

She stomped onto the ground. And over to the distance where none was aware of. Erron.

"You put on one hell' of a show." Erron called out, smirking all over the place. Naiya faced her view at whoever talked, and to her surprise it was the night cowboy. She rolled her eyes and huffed all the fiery air from her nostrils.

"Why is that you always appear in background, a smirk on your face. Teasing me?" She said out of annoyance. Breathing heavily, she excused herself from her current position and walked past him. Although, she was grasped and her movement had been stopped. Turning her head at him in disgust.

"What is it? A proposition? I'm in no mood."

"Ever used a gun?" He said. Naiya glared at him in bewilderment.

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Handing when they gathered back around the kombat field, the dummy still intact. Erron pulled out a cloth and placed all weaponry on top. Naiya peered at it curiously. Her heart slightly tense but more so excited? Erron seemed to be stuck in his mind, contemplating what to pick and what to use. Starting small he thought, grabbing onto a smaller revolver. He readjusted it, checking it's clip. Safety on. Or off. Turning around.

"Now here's a good starter. Small, decent. Perfect for ya." He handed her the gun. Holding it by its head, making sure it's grip was untouched so she may take it safely. Naiya took its grip and examined it. Rusty metal and lingering gunpowder. She squinted her face by the sight of it; reminding her.

"Ever held a gun before?" He asked in such a sarcastic tone.

"No. The Black Dragon had many of these - weapons. Prized 'guns'. Just primitive weaponry from Earthrealmers." Naiya replied cold. Slowly her gaze fell upon the shiny metallic gun.

Erron scoffed. "These "primitive weaponry" ain't just that. As long as you know how to use them. It'll do a hell lot of then you know."

"Right." She smirked unimpressed. "But it's not for me. You seem to possess these weapons far better than me. I have my own." After a dismissive tone and expression, she smiled back at him with appreciation. But he wasn't entirely into that. She handed back the six shooter gun against his stomach, hands clasped it. A bit annoyed from such a sloppy gesture.

"I ain't even shown you what I can do entirely, and you haven't shown anything either. This is just me friendly, teachin you is all." Naiya glared at him. It was thoughtful but perhaps she could learn something. Occupy her mind and time for a bit. Hardly ever doing anything in her time alone. "Fine. Show me your ways, outlaw." Waving her hand back at him as he handed her back the weapon. She turned her back at him and at the dummy. Aiming the gun at it with both hands. Erron smothered the gun in her grip, lowering it.

"First, lets start with a couple things. - This ain't a gun meant for both hands, your way of standin - is- it's just plain terrible." Sudden words had confused her, but most of all she felt stupid. Sudden embarrassment had flushed over her but she kept cold and steady for her mind to settle for a little learning. Immediate contact of his hands, swallowing the space between her body, an innocent bubble just suddenly soothed by an untethered touch. His only intentions were to position her right. Her posture was pretty slouch and 'terrible'. Her way of holding it seemed juvenile and lazy.

His hands constantly placing themselves on each part of her body. Remaining still and stiff, she instantly registered her learning steps in her mind. "Now, uh- a dummy ain't gonna be a good practice shot. I reckon we use something more smaller." He gathered a couple of random vases and empty bottles. Lining it up on top of a tree stump in the greenery. Naiya tilted her head in slight confusion. "I do not understand we will not use the dummy?"

"Well, sure.. you can still get shots of it, but you ain't exactly hitting a small target. Precision is key." He walked around her and guided her posture once more, hands around hers; a light hover against her back, careful with his touch around her. He closed in on her, quietly whispering his next words. "Now, when you land a shot, you hold in your breath, slowly. A steady shot is all you need." A hush lingering breeze to which dripped into spoken words. A breath of its own creeping against her skin.

Passing it off, she concentrated onto her steady aim, deep breath in and a sharp dead eye across.

Bang!

No shatter nor a sound that could compose surprise or joy. Naiya cleared her vision once more. The vase that was supposed to be there was gone, it only left pieces of it self. But she was not convinced.

"Well look at you, a decent shot. Ain't bad." Naiya glared at the distance, she did shoot it. She felt a tad bit happy in the inside. Turning around towards him, she handed him back the gun.

"Thank you for such a pleasant teaching. I must go now." She smiled brightly, nodded as she proceeded.

"One shot ain't enough, go another round." He said. Persisting and persisting. He felt like she was trying so hard to escape. But all he needed was some level of comfort and unity. Naiya sighed.

"Must I?" Naiya said in a very bored tone.

"Just a few more shots and you're good to go."

Naiya raised her brow. "Why are you in -" She whispered to herself. "Never mind." She stepped back and grabbed the gun. Charging onto direction of all the old bottles and vases were; she aimed the revolver high. One eye slightly lowered. Steady posture.

In a immediate action; the firearm blasted multiple times. Each hit shattering the bursting objects. Too fast for one to keep up. But it wasn't anything new to Erron. Not at all. Impressive to see coming from her, but not surprising. Constant fire blasts had given bitter smoke from its barrel. Spouting out a grey cloud. Naiya blowed the smoke with her suppressed air. Turning to Erron, she kept a still image and given him back his revolver.

"Is that enough? I don't want to waste my whole noon with you any longer." She send him an arrogant tone, to which did not cross him. More-so - he was starting to feel something from the impact of her abilities. It wasn't amazing, but it sure struck him in a uncertain complexity. However, he was a man who yearned for passion and desire. Something just could not be wiped off of his mind. Oh, it was just her snow white hair, blazing, baby blue eyes. Her olive, caramel skin: such contrast she possessed. Lets not forget her freckles.

Her hands were planted against the side of her hips, she watched as Erron lingered his eyes onto her. Smirking once more. "I must say. -You're a keeper."

Naiya gave him a confused look, slight repelling tone to it. "What...do you mean?"

"Well, not many women I met can handle gun like you do. Despite our differences. I say you're one of a kind." Once more he grinned vividly, had charm like he always had and yet it was sharpening. Naiya felt flattered although... Naiya approached him and leaned her hand out onto his shoulder. A gentle and friendly gesture which delivered a soft smile.

"I am flattered by your words, Erron. Although I consider as as friends. Endearing friends." She smiled softly. Just the expression on his face had been shallowed by a cold feeling. She gathered her belongings from the floor.

"Again, thank you for teaching me."