7.03 – Mentorship I

7.03 – Mentorship I

On most days, after official Tenet classes and any extracurriculars wrapped up, Natalie and her team would head off into the dungeon, assuming they had no other responsibilities. But today, Natalie did have something preventing them from doing so. Her 'mentorship session' with Instructor Robin.

It was, frankly, one of the more significant punishments delivered onto her, at least in Natalie's eyes—the fact her schedule was being restricted, her time to train and progress denied. More importantly, taken from her teammates too. While morning duties only hurt Natalie herself, and were thankfully weekdays-only, the longer mentorship session would prevent at least one evening delve a week. In an environment as competitive as Tenet, that could make a difference.

It was what it was, though. Not much to do about it. She just wished the consequences of her actions had been restricted to her alone.

Natalie had been told to meet Instructor Robin at her office in the administrative building, a structure on campus she'd only been to once since the start of the semester—and that had been yesterday, to see the Dean. Tracking down the correct office number wasn't hard. Arriving, she saw that the door was already open, and the white-haired Theliosian glanced up from her desk to wave her in.

"Close the door behind you, please."

Natalie did so. Walking inside with some trepidation, she looked around at the interior of Instructor Robin's office. Tenet Academy had no lack of funds, and seeing how even the worst combat instructors were high-rankers, and thus practically nobility of a sort, the office was spacious and well-furnished, bordering on luxurious—though she wouldn't go so far as to call it gaudy or opulent. Certainly wealthy, though, as every inch of Tenet's campus.

"Take a seat, Natalie," Instructor Robin said, gesturing at one of the two plush leather chairs set in front of her desk. "I'll be with you shortly. Thank you for your punctual arrival." She didn't look up from whatever she was working on.

Natalie sat. The scratch of pen-on-paper filled the air. Her eyes wandered around the office. Instructor Robin had furnished the space with spartan efficiency, and beyond the expected bookshelves and filing cabinets and so on, there were only a few personal touches. The first, of course, were the awards and medals atop a side table. Instructor Robin was a decorated woman and obviously took pride in that fact.

What caught her attention the most was the centerpiece trophy, a thin silver cup with wide handles. Natalie wasn't half as interested in the dueling scene as someone like Sofia, for example, but everyone knew what that cup represented. It was the International Dueling Assembly's iconic trophy, the tournament held every four years which, quite frankly, had rippling effects across the global political scene. Because when such enormous power rested in a small collection of high-level individuals, a sweep of victories for a particular nation often translated to a direct implication of military might—and thus acted as deterrence, or encouragement, for future wars.

"You two look happy together," Natalie said, salvaging her initial reaction. "That's a cute picture."

"Thank you," Instructor Robin said, and continued writing, unperturbed as always.

Natalie's thoughts, meanwhile, were sprinting in circles. Was that confirmation, then, that Instructor Robin hadn't been flirting with her, that one day after she'd caught her and Camille sneaking out of spars together? Since she was married?

Then again, being married didn't preclude one or either of them having encounters outside of that marriage. Plenty of relationships were open in that way. For all Natalie knew, Instructor Robin had been scouting Natalie to share with her wife.

And, uh, that was a path of lurid imagination she would definitely not head down, not for the briefest of contemplation. Any perceived interest from Instructor Robin had probably—definitely—been inside Natalie's head. She was digging her own grave, one more time out of a million, because she was flustered by the taller, older Theliosian.

Though how couldn't she be? A gorgeous, decorated high-ranker with an intensity to those calm blue eyes that made Natalie's stomach squeeze whenever they were turned on her. Not to mention being her official Instructor. Her teacher.

Thankfully, the tapping of papers brought Natalie back to reality.

"That should take care of that," Instructor Robin said, and stood. "Thank you for your patience. Please follow me."

Natalie blinked, but did as instructed. Instructor Robin strode out of her office without further comment, and Natalie hurried to follow.

But where were they going? Would her 'mentorship session' not be happening inside Robin's office, as she had expected? Where would it be, then?